Robb III

The journey to King's Landing had stretched into weeks, each day a relentless march that seemed to blur together in a haze of anxiety and fear. Robb Stark's heart was heavy with the worry that they might arrive too late to save his father and his sisters. The uncertainty of Joffrey gnawed at him. His unpredictability and recklessness were well-known to Robb and could be seen from the time the boy had spent at Winterfell when King Robert was still alive, and although Cersei had promised that no decision would be made until the Stark host arrived, Robb had doubts about her ability to control her son.

In the midst of this, Roslin offered a beacon of solace. Her presence was a balm to his frayed nerves, her unwavering care a rare gift amidst the chaos. She had seamlessly integrated into their world, engaging with the Northern Lords with a genuine interest in their lands and families. Her attentiveness was a quiet strength that Robb came to rely on.

Every evening, after they made camp, Roslin would find him and insist that he teach her how to ride having little to no experience from her time growing up at The Twins. They would spend hours together, and she would try anything he asked of her, falling and getting back up over and over until her legs were so cut up and bruised that Robb would carry her back to their tent but she never shed a tear, she would instead laugh at how clumsy she was. She wanted to learn of the North, of their ways and how to be a good lady to its people, Robb recounted tales from his childhood—stories of the North's vast expanse and its storied past. As Roslin drifted into sleep each night, she would listen to him recounting his dreams and the things he wished to show her when they returned to Winterfell. They hadn't been intimate since their wedding night, Robb hoped that she would come to love him not out of obligation, but from a genuine desire.

The sun had begun to set when they lay together in their tent, the dim light casting soft shadows around them. They were dressed for bed and settled into a position that had become their own small sanctuary. Roslin's head rested on Robb's chest, her warmth a comforting presence as they exchanged stories, with Grey Wind laid at the foot of their bed.

"Old Nan," Robb began, his voice carrying the weight of nostalgia, "is said to be the oldest living person in Winterfell. Bran always claimed she was so ancient she was just a girl when King Jaehaerys and Queen Alysanne visited the North. I haven't had the heart to tell him it can't possibly be true." He chuckled softly, the sound reverberating through his chest.

Roslin's laughter was a gentle, melodic sound. "She must be incredibly wise."

Robb's expression grew thoughtful. "She was once, I think. But now, her stories are more fanciful than factual. When I was a boy, she spun tales of creatures that once roamed Westeros—of people who lived in trees, who built the Wall to guard us against giant ice spiders and the undead. When I was a boy I found it so interesting, but now I'm a man I feel bad for her, it's as if she doesn't know that they're just stories any more. I can't wait to see how crazy the stories have become when she tells our children" He laughed.

At these words, Roslin's mood shifted suddenly. She sat up abruptly, her eyes clouded with a vulnerability that Robb had seldom seen. "Robb, what if I can't give you children?"

A pang of concern shot through him. "Why would you think that?"

Roslin's voice trembled slightly as she spoke. "My mother died months after giving birth to me. My father was so consumed with shame that he forbade us to speak her name. Perwyn told me he would only refer to my mother as 'her' for months afterwards. I never once heard him speak her name. His anger and disappointment in not just her but all of us, it hung over me for my entire childhood. I don't want our children to feel that."

Robb's heart ached at her words. He took her face gently in his hands, his gaze steady and filled with love. "Our children will never feel that, Roslin. Your father is a monster of his own making, his failings are not a reflection of who you are. Our children will be surrounded by our love. And if the gods should ever take one of us from them, the other will ensure that our love for them remains unwavering, constant and known."

With a tenderness that spoke of deep commitment, Robb leaned in and pressed a soft, reassuring kiss to her lips. The world outside their tent seemed to fade away.

As Robb pulled back, his gaze softened, searching for the right words to offer an apology. Roslin stood before him, young and fragile, newly thrust into a world that was entirely foreign to her. She had been taken from her family, her home, and everything she had ever known. Now, in this unfamiliar life, the only constant she had was him—and here he was, on the verge of shattering that fragile trust.

"I—" Robb started, his voice hesitant, but the words caught in his throat.

Before he could continue, Roslin moved swiftly. With a surge of emotion, she grabbed his shirt and pulled him into a fierce, passionate kiss. The intensity of her desire took Robb by surprise. At that moment, she wanted him more than anything she had ever wanted before.

For a heartbeat, Robb was stunned, his mind reeling, but soon he found himself surrendering to the moment. He returned the kiss with equal intensity, drawing her closer until she was in his lap. Their lips remained locked as Roslin's fingers tangled in his auburn hair, gently tugging at the strands. She straddled him, her legs either side of him, her body pressing against his in a way that left no doubt of the fire burning between them.

As the passion continued to build, Robb was actively fighting the urge to push them further, Roslin's core was positioned over his cock and he wanted nothing more than to grab her waist and feel her against him harder but he resisted, she was his wife not some random whore and they wouldn't go any further than she wanted to go.

Robb settled to place his hands on her hips, squeezing slightly to relieve some of his building tension. With this Roslin began to react, her nightdress was bunched up just below her waist and she could feel the hardening mound beneath her, then before she even knew what she was doing, she began to grind against it. A feeling of pleasure overcame her as Robb moaned deeply against her mouth, deepening the kiss and gripping her waist even tighter.

After a breathless moment, Robb reluctantly pulled back, his breathing uneven. His blue eyes searched hers, his voice low but laced with concern. "Are you sure this is what you want? We can wait until…"

Before he could finish, Roslin silenced him, closing the gap between them once again. She claimed his lips in a tender yet urgent kiss as if trying to communicate all the words she didn't need to say. When she finally pulled away, her breath was warm against his skin as she whispered, her voice soft but resolute.

"I don't want to wait. I want this now."

That was all the encouragement Robb needed. In one swift motion, he flipped his wife onto her back, his larger frame effortlessly overpowering her delicate form. She seemed so small, so fragile beneath him, her body almost lost in the shadow he cast over her.

For a moment, he simply sat back, his gaze fixed on her. Roslin's nervousness was palpable as she awaited his next move, but to Robb, she was breathtakingly beautiful. He could have watched her for hours, entranced by the way she looked up at him. At that moment, only one thought consumed him—she was his.

"Robb, I—" Roslin started, her voice trembling.

But before she could finish, Robb leaned in closer, his voice a low, sensual murmur. "Tell me what you want."

Her breath hitched as she met his gaze, the intensity of his words making her heart race. "I want you," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper, filled with longing and uncertainty.

"And what do you want me to do?" He said, continuing to tease her, slowly running his hand up her thigh.

"I want you…inside of me" She managed to say in a whisper, ashamed to even say it.

At this, a smirk grew across Robb's face and he removed his shirt in one fell swoop. "Take off your nightdress".

Roslin hesitated.

"I want to see my wife as she is," Robb said cupping her face with his hand "Beautiful, seductive and all mine"

With Robb's words echoing in her mind, Roslin felt a surge of newfound confidence wash over her. The hesitation that had lingered moments before was now replaced with a sense of empowerment, a deep-seated need to bridge the gap between them. She sat up from her position and stood at the side of their bed, her fingers moved slowly, trembling slightly as she reached for the delicate fabric of her dress. The material felt soft beneath her touch as she began to ease it from her shoulders.

Each movement was deliberate, as the dress slipped down, exposing her pale skin beneath. The cool air kissed her skin, sending a shiver through her, but it was nothing compared to the warmth of Robb's gaze as he watched her. His eyes followed her every motion, dark with desire, his breath coming a little quicker as the dress pooled at her feet.

Roslin stood before him, feeling both vulnerable and powerful, the weight of the moment settling between them. There was a moment of stillness as she waited, wondering if he was still interested in her, in this. But the way Robb looked at her, with a mix of awe and hunger, dispelled any lingering doubt. She had never felt more desired, more cherished.

Robb stepped forward, closing the distance between them. His hands, strong yet gentle, reached out to caress her now-exposed skin, his touch sending sparks of electricity wherever he made contact. The intensity in his eyes deepened as he traced the curve of her waist, he seemed to be memorizing every inch of her, as if this moment was something sacred.

"You're so perfect," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion, and in that instant, Roslin knew that she was exactly where she was meant to be. She lifted her chin slightly, meeting his gaze with a boldness she hadn't known she possessed, silently inviting him to close the gap between them even more.

Without another word, Robb leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that was slow, deliberate, and filled with unspoken promises. His hands moved to cradle her face, fingers threading through her hair as he deepened the kiss. Roslin felt her knees weaken, her entire body melting into his as the last remnants of her nervousness evaporated. She was lost in him.

As Robb's hands began to explore, sliding down the length of her body with a reverence that made her heart race, Roslin knew that this was different. He had taken her before on their wedding night but it had been cold and detached, this was fiery and wanting. He moved them back to the bed and laid her down beneath him, she could see through his trousers how much he wanted her.

Her anticipation had built to such a point she didn't think she could take it anymore as Robb began to move his kisses down her body, Roslin couldn't describe the fear she felt mixed with an overwhelming need for it to continue. As he reached her sex, he stopped. He took his thumb and gently brushed it over her clit, Roslin buckled under the feeling and felt herself getting slicker. She grabbed Robb's pillow from next to her on the bed and covered her face, not wanting Robb to see her like this.

"I want to see your face as you take me inside you" Robb said as he removed the pillow before returning his attention to her sex. He pushed a finger inside her, feeling how tight she was but also how much she needed him.

He moved as slowly as possible, pulling his finger out before once again inserting it into her, this time thumbing her clit as he did so. Roslin shuddered with every move, which encouraged Robb to move slower, teasing her with every tiny move. Eventually, he felt her pushing back against him as she craved more, harder, faster deeper and he was more than happy to oblige. He drove harder into her, slowly increasing his pace, using his other hand to grip her waist. She moaned under him deeper and longer as he felt her come apart underneath him, he didn't stop until she had completely come down from her climax, before removing himself and laying down next to her. He rested his hand on her bare stomach as she attempted to calm her breathing.

"Robb, that was..." Roslin began, her voice soft and breathless, still recovering. She searched for the right words, her mind swirling with emotions she had never fully understood until now. "Well, I don't know," she continued, a faint blush rising in her cheeks. "I didn't know..."

"Haven't you ever touched yourself?" Robb laughed.

"I most certainly have not" Roslin said sharply, shocked at his suggestion.

Robb continued laughing "Roslin, it's not a bad thing. When you are alone, you can touch yourself between your legs" he inched closer to her, whispering in her ear as he ran his hand down her leg "And you can think about me and the way it felt when I was inside you"

She once again felt her desire building as she almost shuddered from the feeling of Robb's gentle fingertips on her bare skin. Then as suddenly as it began Robb pulled away. He stood up from the bed and removed his trousers, his cock sprung up and Robb laid himself back down on the bed. "I want you to ride me," He said as he ran his hands down her hips.

"But I don't know how," She said, shy and ashamed.

"I'll teach you" He whispered against her lips as he pulled her in for another kiss.

Reluctantly and with all of her confidence from earlier disappearing, she climbed on top of him. He grabbed his cock and positioned it against her entrance and after a few brief moments to compose herself, she sunk down onto him.

Robb moaned as he filled her, his head snapped straight back and he closed his eyes as he savoured the moment. Roslin trembled as she felt him inside her, she had never felt so exposed as she was in this moment, with Robb staring up at her, every inch of her body on display for him. Robb returned to the moment and took her waist tightly in his hand and began to use his grip to grind her body against his.

"Just like this," He said through moans "Slowly but forcefully".

Roslin tried to do it herself, just like he had asked, rocking herself back and forth against him. She had been so worried about doing it wrong, but she felt a surge of confidence when she saw Robb reacting, his grip on her waist tightened as he started to lift her off of him before plunging back into her. At this Roslin began to moan, it felt incredible, so incredible that she had lost track of what she had been doing.

"Don't stop Ro, you feel so good" Robb groaned.

This brought her back and she continued to grind against him as he pushed himself deeper and deeper into her. They were both panting, each going harder and harder as they chased their peak.

"You are mine, Roslin," Robb grunted, his voice low and powerful, resonating with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. His gaze bore into hers, dark and possessive, as he drove into her until there was no space left between them. "You are mine," he repeated, the words almost a growl, filled with a raw, undeniable need. "I want you to say it."

Roslin's breath caught in her throat, the sheer force of his command making her heart race. She could feel the weight of his desire, the certainty in his voice that left no room for doubt. Her hands clung to him, her voice trembling as she met his gaze, her eyes wide and filled with emotion.

"I'm yours," she replied, her voice breathless but steady, each word carrying the full weight of her promise. "Forever."

As she said it, Robb spilled inside her reaching his climax, and she followed quickly afterwards. He gently rolled her off of him, and they lay side by side, their chests rising and falling as they tried to catch their breath. The room was quiet, the only sound was their soft, uneven breathing. Roslin shifted closer, resting her head on Robb's chest, and he wrapped a protective arm around her, pulling her even closer. With his free hand, he reached for a nearby blanket and draped it over them. In the peaceful silence, Robb's fingers lazily combed through her hair, while Roslin traced delicate circles on his chest. They didn't need words; the simple act of being together was enough.

"That was incredible," she whispered, her voice barely audible, as if speaking too loudly might break the spell of the moment. Her eyes, wide with wonder, searched his face. "Is it always supposed to be like that?"

A soft chuckle escaped his lips, filled with a mix of disbelief and affection. "No," he murmured, his voice laced with a quiet sincerity. "It's never like that."

He drew her closer, his hand gently cradling the back of her neck, and pressed a tender kiss to her lips. It was slower this time, more deliberate as if he wanted to savour every second, every touch.

The intimacy of the moment was abruptly shattered by a sharp, authoritative shout from outside the tent. "My Lord…"

Robb's expression darkened with irritation, and he rolled his eyes in a way that made Roslin stifle a giggle. "Just a moment!" he barked, his voice tinged with frustration.

With a resigned sigh, he disentangled himself from the warmth of their bed and swung his legs over the side. He quickly pulled on his trousers, forgoing a shirt, and instead reached for a soft, velvet dressing gown. He slipped it over Roslin's shoulders as she looked up at him with a grateful smile. As he adjusted the robe around her, he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

Satisfied that she was settled and comfortable, Robb called out firmly, "Enter."

The tent flaps parted, and Lord Karstark strode in with a brisk, powerful stride. He gave a sharp nod of acknowledgement to both of them, his demeanour serious. "My Lord, My Lady," he began, his voice clipped and professional. "A raven arrived from King's Landing. There's a problem."