Author's Note: So here is how Robb views Johanna. I did not intend for it to be so long but it happened lol. I hope you all like it. Thank you all for the reviews, follows and favorites.

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Chapter 2: Golden hair and Green eyes.

"I hear the Prince is a real right prick." Robb was not looking forward to royal family coming to Winterfell.

"Better than his dim witted sister."

Robb sent a glare at Theon Greyjoy, that sister he mentioned was to be his wife. He heard stories of how dim witted the Princess was, how sheltered she was. Tales of how she was never seen outside the red walls of the Keep. Even with never being seen, her beauty was a thing of stories. Rumors would flood north of the golden haired beauty, more beautiful than her mother or any other woman in the Seven Kingdoms.

"I am sure she is not dim witted, and if she is that would make her perfect for you Robb." The jab this time came from his half brother.

Robb kicked Jon swiftly as the boy sat getting his hair cut, and face shaved. Robb's mother demanded all the boys look presentable for the King and Queen, Robb would have rather kept his facial hair. He felt like a child without it, and he was a man grown now. But Robb learned at a young age the arguing with his mother brought nothing but stress.

"Very funny Jon, at least I can look at a woman without running away."

Theon followed in Robb's laughter, both aware of Jon's mishap with a whore. His half brother had all intentions of making love to the woman, but in the end ran out before he could do it. Robb was no better, but at least he was smart enough to not even go to the brothel. He was betrothed at birth, had known since he was old enough to remember, he would not risk a bastard child. Not when he was to marry the damned Princess of the Seven Kingdoms.

It was not long before all the boys were cleaned up, and standing half dressed in the stall where their hair sat. Robb looked at his brother and Theon, both men different then himself. Jon was lean, quick and dark haired. Robb had seen the way girls looked at Jon, he could have had any girl in Wintertown if he truly wished. Theon was older than them both, a boy far from his home. He was as rough as the Iron Islands, but more attractive then most men in the north, women fell at his feet. Would the Princess prefer them over him? Most women seemed to fawn over them, while he never noticed if they looked at him.

He left them and found his way to his own chambers, his thoughts blurring together. The King had never come so far north, and Robb knew it was not just for a wedding. The plan had always been that his family would travel south to Kings Landing when the girl turned eighteen, and then they would marry. Everything had changed, the royal family was coming north and the wedding would take place a fortnight after their arrival. He had a fortnight to make the Princess comfortable with him, and get to know her. That was such a small amount of time to meet a woman and marry her but such was the way of being in a noble family.

It was not long before Robb found himself standing between Sansa and his father awaiting the royal family. The parade of people was about to start when his youngest sister, Arya, dashed in a helmet upon her head. Robb stifled a laugh, but kept a grin upon his face, his sister was always getting herself into trouble. Arya was a wild child, as wolf-blooded as they come, and he always had fun trying to chase her. He moved his eyes from his younger sister just as the procession of people came in on horse back. First were the banners, some red as blood with a golden lion, the other a yellow banner with the black stag of the King. Following the banners were the Prince and no doubt the Princess.

Robb felt his breath catch in his throat when he saw her, the rumors of her beauty were not wrong. He watched as she was helped from her horse, her brother holding her hand gently. Her hair fell in long golden waves, and the dress she wore was the color of fresh blood. He watched as the Prince put his fingers against the woman's chest, as if to touch her breasts but when the girl turned to him he saw the pendent upon her neck.

He continued to stare at the Princess while the King approached, allowing his eyes to wander down her body. She was small, thin but she had the curves of a woman. The dress clung to her, her breasts almost spilling from the confines of the fabric. Robb was not a man to just look upon a woman's body so he let his eyes wander up to her face. She had small features, small pink lips, a small nose and the brightest green eyes he had ever seen. She must have been looking him over as well because for a moment their eyes met. He let a smile grace his lips as they locked eyes, there was a gentle beauty about the woman. He hoped to learn more about her soon.

"Johanna, come here."

Robb knew her name but seeing her made it all seem real to him. He watched the King turn to the Princess who looked terrified. He watched as the girl clung to her twin brother's hand as if she was going to pulled away from him forever. He heard the King sigh, agitation growing on his fat face.

"Girl, now."

The King's tone was growing and the girl looked to her brother. Robb saw something flash between the green eyes but he was unsure of how to place it. It was as if the twins shared a secret only they knew. It was not until the King Slayer placed a hand upon the girl's shoulder did she move. She looked at the ground as she approached his family.

"Lord Stark, Lady Stark. It is a pleasure to meet you."

Her voice was soft like fresh fallen snow, and Robb wondered if she sang. He was convinced she must have, with a voice like hers how could she not. He watched as she bowed her head to his father, and to his mother. He could seen the unease in his father, the man never trusted the Lannisters, and even though his mother was polite Robb knew it was a courtesy nothing more. It was not long before she was pulled in front of him, and he looked down upon her.

"My Lord." She bowed her head to him all while placing her hand in his.

"Princess." He did his best to keep his voice formal.

He brought her hand to his lips and as he did he caught the gaze of her twin over the girl's shoulder. The Prince's green eyes were filled with distaste, and Robb only return the same look. He had seen the way the young Prince looked at Sasnsa earlier, he would never allow such a thing. It was clear neither brother liked the idea of the other being with their sister. There was nothing Joffrey could do about it though, Robb knew that, Johanna was his promised wife.

Robb moved his gaze from Joffrey to the Queen. It was believed she was the most beautiful woman in the Seven Kingdoms, Robb would not agree though. He believed his mother was quite beautiful, and now that he had seen the Queen he knew his mother was far more beautiful but it was the young Princess who would win the title. She may have looked like her mother, golden hair and green eyes, but Johanna was young and she looked it. The Queen was not old, but her age was somewhat evident on her tired visage, while her daughter showed no imperfection.

Soon he was taking his betrothed by the arm and leading her away from the rest of the group. His father had taken the King to the crypts to see Lyanna. He watched the Princess look back at her brother once more before they took their walk away. She did not speak to him, and he could feel her shiver against the cold. She was not dressed for the cold weather of Winterfell, and for a moment he thought of giving her the cloak he wore around his shoulders. He thought of a separate plan, he guided her to the glass gardens.

He watched a smile grace her small lips as the warmth of the glass house hit her. Her green eyes grew wide and he saw them land on the blue winter roses. He smiled to himself as she let go of him and approached the flowers. He took a risk on her liking gardens, but he was thankful it worked out for the better.

"These are beautiful." Her voice was quiet and he was unsure if she was speaking to him.

"Blue winter roses, they only grow here. They were told to be my Aunt Lyanna's favorite."

He watched her as she walked around the garden her eyes full of wonder. The young girl was not dim witted but she seemed much younger than her age. Her tone, her mannerisms, reminded him of a child. Robb asked her if she wished to continue their walk, or if she wished to stay in the garden. She smiled at him, a well trained smile, and took his arm once more. She seemed more relaxed as he lead her through Winterfell showing her all the places he called home.

He took her to the Godswood and he once again saw her eyes widen in wonder. He wondered what the Godswood of Kings Landing looked like, he had no doubt it was different from his own. They spoke of the faith, and he did not doubt she was of the Seven. They would marry in the Godswood as all northerners did, but the ceremony would be of the Seven. His father had told him the Lannister Queen demanded it to be so, and that if the Sept had been large enough it would have been in there. They continued their walk until they were interrupted.

He let her go with her brother, he truly could not stop them, but he would see the woman again soon. As he stood there Robb thought of the moments he had spent with Johanna. She did not say much to him,her voice timid and almost fragile. He wondered if the rumors of her sheltered life were true, and he wondered why someone would keep her locked away. No doubt every Lord in the Seven Kingdoms would want their son to marry a Princess such as herself. She was beautiful.

"At least she isn't ugly." He found Theon in his room waiting for him.

"Don't you have your own chambers to sit in?"

Theon was not just a ward to his family, he had grown to be a friend. Robb considered Theon a brother, he had spent most of his life with him in Winterfell. He just sometimes found the silence of an empty chamber was better than dealing with Theon.

"I do, but I wish to speak on the Princess."

"What do you wish to speak of?"

Robb began to change, not caring of who was in the room. He needed to get into a more proper outfit. He would escort the Princess to the feast held in her father's honor.

"What is she like? Is she as dim witted as they say?"

"She is not dim witted, Theon." He was surprised at how harsh his tone came out. "She is just soft spoken is all."

"Docile? I am sure that will be good for you in bed."

Robb whirled around and punched Theon on the shoulder. It was not hard, it was meant as a joke, but nonetheless he was annoyed at the boy. The girl was to be his damned wife he did not need his friend speaking of her in such a way. She was also a Princess, Robb feared what the King and Queen would think if they heard someone speaking of their daughter in such a way.

"Theon Greyjoy, watch your tongue. This girl is a Princess not a common whore."

Theon did not say another word he just gave Robb an all knowing smirk. Robb was already growing defensive of the girl and she had barely spoken to him. He was not even sure if he truly liked the person she was, and he did not know if she even liked him. Marriage as a Lord was a fifty fifty chance at happiness, just because his parents were lucky it did not mean he would be. She may never grow to love him, she could even grow to hate him and yet he was already defending her honor. It was a decent start, right?

"Did you see the way the young prince looked at you? I am sure he wants have your head on spike."

Theon was laughing.

"You saw it too? I thought I was imagining it, the feeling is mutual though."

Robb had no love for the young Prince, he seemed arrogant enough. The way he rode in, the way he looked at Sansa, all things that made Robb think very little of the Prince. He could not wait until the royal family left, leaving his family alone.

Robb finished dressing, finally ridding his hair of the oils that had kept it pushed back away from his face. He let his curls fall as they will and ignored Theon as he made comments of making a good woman. Theon was more trouble sometimes than he was worth, and Robb wanted to focus on the night ahead. His father had set a feast in the honor of King Robert, and a feast was always a place filled with too many people and too much wine. He knew he would have to keep his own drinking in check, while watching his siblings, and trying to win over his future wife. His night was going to be more complicated than he wished it to be.

He left Theon and went in search of the Princess in the guest house. It did not take him long to get pointed in the right direction, it helped that Bran was looking for the youngest Princess as well. Their parents were forcing all the children to escort someone of the royal family, saving Robb from feeling out of place. He knocked upon the Princess' door waiting patiently outside for a response but one never came. Robb fidgeted nervously before softly knocking again, not wishing to be rude. On the second knock the door was thrown open and the Princess stood before him, her pale face flushed.

"I am sorry, my Lord, I was caught up trying to fix my necklace."

The young girl looked frantic as she held a golden lion in her hand. He smiled at her taking the trinket from her.

"Let me help you, Princess." He bid her to spin around, her back now to him. "This is a very beautiful necklace."

He clasped it around her neck and let his fingers linger on her pale skin for a moment. She made no move as his fingers trailed down the back of her neck. He did not know if her lack of movement was a good thing, or a bad omen but he enjoyed the feel of her soft skin.

"Thank you, my Lord. My uncle gave it to me as an early wedding present."

She spun to face him, the lion sitting upon the swell of her breasts as it had earlier. He wondered how the necklace had been removed from her, she was still in the same dressed she was wearing earlier. He did not dwell to much on it, and simply just smiled upon her.

"Are you ready, my Lady?"

"Yes." She bowed her head in respect once more.

He took her arm and gently led her toward the Great Hall. He knew they would be the first one of the children to enter, he was the eldest of them. When they reached the door he felt her begin to shiver, he was unsure if it was the temperature or nerves. He held her hand in his in a reassuring manner, she gave him yet another forced smile before the doors were opened and he led her inside. Their parents sat at the head table, raised above on a platform. The room was filled with all the men in her father's company and his own. He caught sight of Jon who gave him an encouraging smile.

"Who is he?" Her voice was soft, and for moment he thought he caught a hint of longing in her tone.

"My brother Jon, half brother."

He watched her green eyes consider Jon, and he wondered if she found him attractive. It would not surprise him if she did, Jon was a handsome man. Robb tried not to feel jealous as he continued to lead her to the table where Rickon was sitting awaiting the siblings. He saw the men in the hall all stop to stare at Johanna, her beauty demanding their attention, but it seemed she had no idea of what was going on around her. Her eyes were fixed on her mother, as if she looking for instructions.

He pulled the chair out beside Rickon so Johanna could sit down. She smiled up at him, and for a moment the smiled reached her eyes. He gave her a genuine smile back as he pushed her into the table, before taking his own seat beside her.

"And who little Lord are you?"

He was filling her cup when she turned her attention to his younger brother. Robb almost laughed as Rickon shied away from the young Princess.

"Don't be shy. My name is Johanna, you can call me Hanna if you wish." Her voice remained soft, but her tone was less rehearsed.

"My name is Rickon."

"It is a pleasure to meet you Rickon, I hope we can get to know each other." She laughed, and the sound was like music to Robb. He watched as she leaned over to whisper to his brother. "You are much handsomer than your dear brother."

He heard his brother giggle, and he himself could not hold back a laugh. Johanna was so formal with him, so practiced but with his younger brother she seemed at ease.

"I heard that Princess." His tone was mocking, and he worried how she would react.

"You were meant to." She started with a smile, but it quickly changed to a thin line upon her face.

Robb followed her gaze and saw the Prince Joffrey escorting Sansa into the Great Hall. His younger sister's face lit up as she walked in, her eyes glued to the man who held her. Joffrey's eyes were not on Sansa though, they were fixed on Johanna with an all too telling gaze. Robb felt Johanna shift in her seat, facing forward and looking ahead toward her mother. When her brother came to the table her whole demeanor had shifted.

"Sister, you look lovely. Lord Robb, it is a pleasure to meet the man who is to be my brother by law."

Robb did not buy the Prince's tone but he did not argue. He saw the way his sister's eyes lit up in the presence of the Prince, but he had also seen the way Johanna had changed. Soon the table was filled with all the children. Arya sat beside Robb, her eyes judging Johanna. He watched as the Princess interacted with her brother, the way the young Prince spoke to her. Something unnerved Robb but it was not his place to speak upon.

He watched her drink her wine, and eat all the while everyone at the table spoke. She did not speak a word, but he did see her glance at Bran occasionally making a silly face to make the boy smile. He caught her smiling at her own younger siblings, but her mouth never open to speak a word. He worried but he did not let it ruin his own night. He kept drinking, looking over at Theon from time to time just to see the Ironbron eying the Princess with lust.

The night was not a complete disaster until Arya threw food at Sansa. Princess Myrcella screamed just as Sasna did, and everyone else tried not to laugh. Robb looked up and caught the eye of his mother who silently willed him to put the unruly child to bed. As he scooped his sister into his arms he caught sight of Rickon laying in Johanna's lap. He did not know how long his little brother had been laying on the young Princess, and he suddenly grew ashamed. He placed Arya down and turned to Johanna.

"I can take him, my Lady."

She smiled up at him, taking one last sip of her wine. She shook her head and cast a glance toward her brother Joffrey.

"It's more than alright, my Lord. If you can point me in the direction of his chamber I can carry him up."

It was the first time she had spoken in hours, and he smiled at the offer. He did not think she could carry Rickon, he was young but not tiny.

"I can.."

"Johanna, let him take care of it, the boy is his brother." Robb was cut off by Joffrey.

"Joff, I want to, please."

Johanna shifted Rickon into her lap sitting him up, trying not to stir the boy. He watched her slowly stand with the boy in her arms, a smile upon Robb's face. She did not hold a smile herself, he could tell her brother had upset her with his words.

The pair walked from the Great Hall, Rickon in her arms and Arya holding onto Robb's hand. His sister was looking at the Princess with an incredulous look but she did not seem to notice. Johanna's eyes were fixed on the sleeping child in her arms, a small smile playing upon her lips. None spoke as they made their way first to Arya's chambers, the child unhappy about being sent to bed. Next Robb led Johanna to put Rickon into the safety of his bed.

"You seem to be very good with him, I have never seen my brother sleep upon a stranger before."

They were standing in the hall when Robb spoke.

"I have always been closer to children, I took care of Tommen from when he was about four to now I suppose. I look after Myrcella as well, but now she is almost a grown woman of her own." It was the most he had heard her speak since their meeting.

"That is a very charming quality, my Lady."

Robb gave his future wife a genuine smile, he truly did think it was a good quality. He did not wish to mention to her that he wanted children, or that he could see she would be an excellent mother. It was much too soon for him to discuss children with a woman he had barely known.

"Thank you, my Lord."

An awkward silence over came the pair as they stood in the hall outside his brother's chambers. His own room was only three down, but he was not ready for sleep and he did not think it was proper to invite her in. She looked away from him, while all he could do was stare at her. Theon found her attractive, Robb could see it in the way he stared, but Robb wondered if the young girl noticed. If the Princess saw the way men looked upon her.

"Would you like to walk with me? If not we could always return to the feast."

"A walk would be nice, my Lord. As much as I love feasts, seeing my father grope at women has turned my stomach."

He took her arm for another time and began to lead her from the chambers. He had to check on Grey Wind before bed anyway, and he saw no issue in bringing her along. He worried for a moment that the wolf would frighten the young Princess, but she would need to grow used to it soon. As they walked they enjoyed a comfortable silence but as the woman began to shiver once more Robb removed his cloak placing it upon her shoulders and securing it. He almost laughed at how it dragged upon the ground, much to big for the smaller girl.

"Thank you, my Lord."

"Of course, I could not watch you freeze to death before our wedding."

He got laugh from her, and that was enough for Robb as they walked. He let go of her arm, allowing her the freedom to walk without him. She was dainty, even in the way she walked, she even more proper than Sansa. Robb knew she may not have a place among the wolf-blooded people of his family, but he could only hope she would find peace with them. He noticed her eyes grow wide when they made their way into the kennels, dogs barking as they passed but growing silent as he grew closer to where Grey Wind was.

"Why are we here?"

"I have to check on my wolf, he is not used to being alone for so long."

Robb saw the confusion in her green eyes, and a small smile played on his own lips. He approached the enclosure in which Grey Wind lay. When the wolf saw Robb he came to the edge of the cage, looking at his master.

"You can't come out tonight, Grey Wind, father does not wish to startle the royal family. I brought you this." Robb took a piece of meat he had wrapped up on his way out, feeding it to his wolf.

He glanced back to see Johanna staring at him and the wolf sitting in front of him. She did not hold fear in her eyes, instead he saw the same curiosity and wonder he had seen in Bran's eyes they day they found the wolves. He was beginning to think she was truly as sheltered as they said.

"Is he harmful?"

"No, not unless you mean to kill me."

She smiled at him, and he was beginning to enjoy the sight of her true smile.

"Well, I don't plan on killing you, no yet of course."

Robb was truly enjoying the moment with her just as he had earlier, and just like earlier they were interrupted. He did not think anyone would find them in the kennel but he was wrong. As he looked toward the entrance of the kennel he saw Ser Jaime making his way into the kennels. Robb sighed, knowing there was not a doubt that he had come for Johanna.

"Lord Stark, it is time for my niece to get some rest." Johanna spun around, once again her demeanor changing. "Johanna, Joffrey was going mad looking for you. You are lucky he did not send out the Hound."

"I am sorry, uncle, I truly got caught up in the wolf." Robb watched her bow her head to her own uncle.

"It is my fault, Ser Jaime, I asked her to come with me."

"It is alright, Lord Robb."

Johanna glanced back at Robb and for a moment their eyes locked. She gave him her false smile once more bidding him a good night before she was escorted away by the King Slayer. Robb was left alone wondering about the Princess. He had started to see glimpses of who she was, but every time her family came around she would change. She was practiced, and well rehearsed and he wondered if she would ever truly let her guard down to him.

"This shall be an interesting marriage I am getting into Grey Wind. Wish me luck, boy."