Got One-Shots Book 2

Catelyn's Ward (Robb Stark x fem!reader)

Robb sighed heavily as he sank into his seat when his lords and their bannermen left the tent. He felt a gentle squeeze to his shoulder and looked up at you. "It will be alright, Robb. The men are worried about going to war against Joffrey and the Lannisters, but they will follow you. You are their king." Your voice was as soft and comforting as it had always been. Robb couldn't express how grateful he was to have you with him.

You and Robb had known each other since you were a girl of seven. You grew up together when Catelyn Stark took you in as her ward after your mother died. You were the only girl in your family and your lord father had no idea how to raise you up in the way ladies should be raised. So, Catelyn offered to raise you until you were old enough to wed. She never expected her son to become so close to you.

"Thank you, Y/N. Your presence here has been more help than you realize," Robb stated, looking into your (e/c) eyes. His brow furrowed when he noticed how tired you looked. Your smile faltered at Robb's worried gaze. "Robb, I promise, things will work out. I will be by your side for as long as you need me. Come. Let's take a stroll. Get your mind off things." Robb agrees readily.

As you walk with Robb, he lets out everything that had him worried. Your heart nearly broke for him. Here was your best friend, barely out of boyhood, leading an army to war. You didn't offer any words of comfort this time, knowing that would only make him feel smaller. Robb just kept talking until he'd gotten all his worries off his chest. Then, it was your turn. Your worries were different. They were mostly for him.

Robb lay in bed that night, tossing and turning. He felt terrible for burdening you. You were so busy worrying about him that you hadn't really been taking care of yourself. Your eyes looked tired and you walked with a weariness that you hadn't before. It hurt Robb to see you that way. Before he went to sleep that night, Robb determined that he would no longer burden you with his troubles. He couldn't do that to the woman he'd come to love. Especially not in times of war.

*short time skip*

You left Catelyn's tent with a heavy heart. For weeks now, Robb had pretty much been ignoring you. He still asked for your advice when he needed it, but that was it. He didn't talk to you about things that were bothering him. You knew his mind was fraught with worry and frustration, so you didn't push and you didn't express your worries to him either.

Running your hands through your hair, you made your way to your tent, only to be stopped by one of the bannermen. "My lady," he greeted with a bow. You curtsied and smiled tiredly at him. "My lady, forgive my forwardness, but I must say that you have captured my attention. I find myself drawn to you." He took a step closer to you. You stood there in shock for a moment, but soon the smile on your lips grew.

The two of you stood outside your tent talking for hours. You were giggling at something he said when his hand found your hip. His other hand went to your face and you froze. You weren't sure that this was entirely what you wanted. His face got closer to yours and, just before your lips touched, a deep voice barked out the bannerman's name.

The man dropped his hands as his face turned ashen. He faced Robb with a sheepish smile. You cocked your head to the side in confusion at Robb's defensive stance. His face was red, his blue eyes narrowed in anger, and his fists were clenched at his side. "In my tent. Now," he growled. The bannerman nodded and scurried into Robb's tent, which was right next to yours. Robb's stance relaxed and he looked at you sadly before entering the tent.

Curious, you took a step closer to Robb's tent and listened. Robb was tearing into the man. The venom in his voice surprised you. It wasn't like Robb. True, he'd always been protective of you, but not like this. The last thing you heard before the man left Robb's tent was, "I don't ever want to find you in close quarters with Lady Y/N like that, again. It that clear?!"

Once the man was out of sight, you opened the flap to Robb's tent. "Your Grace?" you asked, causing Robb to look up at you. You got closer and then, you spoke sharply. "How dare you?! You ignore me for weeks and then you come and try to dictate a part of my life that you have no say in. You may be the King in the North but you have no r-"

You were cut off by his lips being pressed against yours. You stiffened in surprise. He pulled back and his pleading eyes scanned your face. You glared. "You cannot expect me to forgive you just because you kissed me, Robb." He sighed. "I know, Y/N. I just...I couldn't let him continue. I don't want to lose you."

You felt all the tension leave your body when you saw his eyes filling with tears. "You won't lose me, Robb. You and I have been inseparable for years. How can I forget that?" Robb shook his head. "That isn't what I meant, love. I should have told you years ago, but I love you. The very thought of you loving another breaks my heart."

"I love you too, Robb." Robb pulled back and answered immediately. "I know. I understand. I have ruined...what did you say?" You giggled at how much like a confused puppy he looked. "I said, 'I love you too, Robb.' And I do." You closed the gap between, bringing your hand up to cup his cheek. "By the way, jealousy is not becoming. Particularly on you, Your Grace." He growled playfully and squeezed your sides, making you jump away. You laughed as Robb chased you around the tent trying to tickle you.