So, this is my first imagine for Robb Stark🐺 and I know I should have done one sooner, but hopefully you enjoy what I've come up with. 😃

A horn sounded throughout Winterfell; Robb looked up from his paperwork, and to his mother, wondering why the city had been alerted. He rose to his feet as he and Catelyn walked over to the window looking out on to the city below and watched in confusion as the city guards amassed around its gates.

Suddenly a bannerman pushed his way into Robb's chambers.

"My Lord, my Lady! There are reports that a Dark Rider is approaching the gates." The man spluttered trying to recover his breath.

"What do you mean a Dark Rider? One of their kind has not been seen for centuries. What in the Seven Kingdoms makes you think it's a Dark Rider?" Catelyn asked, looking between Robb and the man.

"I only know what I heard in the stories my lady, but the creature that is approaching is followed by a dark mist and the city guards are afraid; I have never seen them afraid before, but of this creature they are." The man said, a slight quiver evident in his voice. Robb couldn't help but silently chuckle, it seemed to him that it wasn't just the city guard that were scared, as he looked at the worried face of the man.

Robb looked out of the window finally seeing the approaching rider. He only knew of the Dark riders as myths and legends, fanciful stories that mothers would tell their children at night. Robb remembered from the tales, that the riders were dark angels, demi-gods, the offspring of the old gods and mortals, and the greatest warriors the Kingdoms had ever known; but as their kind had perished in battles protecting the worthy of their world, the power of the unworthy had grown. Now he thought, if the old stories were true, and one of these creatures was at his city's gates after hundreds of years of absence, there must be a good reason.

"I think we should go and welcome our visitor don't you mother?" Robb said signalling for the confused bannerman to follow them.

"But my lord, we have no idea what we are dealing with, this could be dangerous. We have no idea what this creatures' intentions are." The man said, as he caught up with his lord.

"How much do you remember of what I told you about Dark Riders, Robb?" Catelyn asked, as they made their way through the halls.

"Not as much as I probably should mother especially given the current circumstances." Robb replied, looking over at her.

"Well I remember my grandmother telling me that Dark Riders are ethereal beings; beings of pure light, don't let their dark guise fool you. Dark Riders cover themselves because they fear what their appearance can do to others. Whether male or female, riders are beautiful, a distracting, perfect beautiful; it is said that they see this beauty as a curse, and view scars that spoil that beauty as a gift." Catelyn said, trying to remember the legends she was told when she was just a child.

"Dark Riders are trained from the time they can walk to be warriors, the great warriors of the Seven Kingdoms. Only the strongest of their kind make it through the training; if this one has survived this long by itself in this world then it must be truly one of a kind. Each rider is given a certain gift at birth; I am intrigued to find out what gifts our visitor possesses." Catelyn said, as she and Robb continued to make their way to the city gates with a still very anxious bannerman in tow.

"So, there is no threat my Lady?" The worried man questioned.

Catelyn shook his head. "Only evil, or those that do wrong should fear a Dark Rider." She said, trying to reassure the man.

As Robb neared the gates, he ordered the guard to open them, reluctantly they complied, and as he made his way through, he heard a voice.

"I wish to speak to the Lord of Winterfell!" The voice of the Dark Rider echoed through the valley, pain evident in its tone.

"Lord Stark has no wish to speak to you creature, state your business before we put an arrow through you." A Captain of the guard yelled at the rider.

"I wish to speak with the Lord of Winterfell!" The rider said again.

Before the captain could speak again Robb placed a hand on his shoulder. "I think I can speak for myself thank you captain."

Robb carefully stepped closer to the rider, despite what his mother had said, he still wished to air on the side of caution. "I am Lord Robb Stark; how can I be of assistance to a rider?" Robb asked, watching the slumped over figure that shifted uncomfortably in its saddle; it was evident to even those that could not see that the rider was in immense pain.

"My lord, my name is (Y/n); I am the last of the royal line of the Dark Riders. I come to beseech you for your assistance, I am in need of a Maester and I know that yours are some of the most gifted in Seven Kingdoms." The rider said, as she slumped further down.

Robb moved next to the rider, taking the reins of the black stallion from the bloody hands of the woman, and steadying the creature in its saddle.

"I have heard tales of your kind my lady, it is a true honour to have you here; our Maester is at your disposal." Before he could say any more, the rider dropped from the saddle into his arms.

"Quickly, fetch the Maester." Robb shouted out as he carried the seemingly lifeless body into the city. Catelyn rushed to his side and pulled down the hood of the rider in the hopes of giving the creature more air; the two Stark's stopped dead in their tracks when they looked down upon what had been revealed. It was a female, but one of such perfect beauty that she took even Catelyn's breath away.

The rider was taller than anyone else Robb had seen and was stronger built than any woman; her skin was as pale as starlight, her hair was midnight blue, and seemed to shimmer in the light of the torches. Her skin and hair were covered in dry blood, but neither mother nor son could see a wound.

"WHERE IS THE MAESTRE!" Robb shouted out, as he entered the great building, quickly making his way to his chambers. Kicking open the doors, Robb placed the rider on his bed; sitting next to her he pulled off her oversized black coat, and as the garment fell from her shoulders, a mighty pair of raven black wings unfolded from her back, instinctively draping themselves around their body protecting the rider.

Robb stroked her matted hair. "You have nothing to fear my lady you are safe here; you have my word." His words came out barely above a whisper, but the rider must have heard, and her wings moved gently away.

The Maestre as well as two elderly women, rushed into the chamber; once the women saw the female form, they ushered Robb out of the room.

"My lord let us take care of her now. We will let you know once there is any news." One of the women said, as she gently pushed Robb out of the chamber and into the hall, closing the door behind her.

Robb paced the hall, as Catelyn sat and sewed for what seemed like hours, their frustrations only interrupted by the women scurrying back and forth from the chamber bringing back various herbs and potions to heal their visitor.

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"My Lord!" A voice said, as Robb felt a hand on his shoulder.

"My Lord, you and Lady Stark fell asleep. I have just come to tell you that the lady is resting comfortably. It took longer than we thought as she was badly injured. She still needs time to recover but if you wish to see her you can. She is not awake, but she may still hear you if you wish to speak to her." The Maester said, before bowing and hurrying away.

Robb gently shook his mother. "She's comfortable, I'm going to see her." Robb told her, as she nodded and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

Robb walked quietly into his chamber and over to the bed, looking down at the beautiful creature before him. Her hair had been cleaned and was spread out like a midnight blue halo surrounding her head, and Robb couldn't help but stare, she truly was a goddess, a being too perfect for this world, or even the next.

The skin around her neck and shoulders was bare and he could clearly see the scars that littered her body; knowing what his mother had said of Dark Riders, this female must have seen every last one as a badge of honour, a souvenir of her numerous battles. His hand gently traced a scar that lay just above her eye and another on her cheek bone.

"My lady, you have nothing to fear here; take all the time you need to recover, and when you do, I hope that you and I can get to know one another better." Robb hummed softly, chuckling as a large black wing folded itself around him.

"You're welcome my lady, now rest." For a moment the wing did not move, seemingly reluctant to let the lord go; but then softly fell away to the rider's side.

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Days had passed and the rider had not roused from her sleep. The Maester was becoming concerned, but Robb just knew that she would return when the time was right.

He had taken to calling on her several times a day; sitting by her side he would tell her about Winterfell, about himself, and about everything he had done that day, and as he did a large black wing would always place itself around him.

This morning was no different; Robb spoke to the Maester about any changes there may have been during the night, and then he made his way into the chamber and sat in his usual spot on the bed.

"Good morning my lady. You should really wake up; it is a beautiful day; fresh snow has fallen, and the land looks perfect. I would very much like to take you for a stroll in the gardens when you are well enough."

He took her hand and brought it to his lips kissing it gently, and as he looked back up, he was met by the most beautiful pair of green eyes he had ever seen; nothing he had ever seen in his life was as beautiful as these eyes that seemed to captivate his soul.

"Good morning my lord, I trust that you had a good night?" Her voice was lighter than it had been when they first met, but it was no less alluring.

Robb smiled. "Well my lady it is good to see you are finally awake. How do you feel?"

"Better thank you my lord. If it wasn't for your kindness I would probably have died."

A small smile graced her lips. "You neglected me last night my lord." The rider said, smiling as Robb looked at her, obviously confused by her words.

"You forgot to tell me last night how your day was." She said, chuckling softly as he smiled down at her.

"You heard me?" Robb asked, as he helped the rider sit up.

"Of course, every word. And I'd so like to stroll with you in the gardens." She told him, as Robb placed the pillows behind her head.

Robb took her hand. "As soon as the Maester tells me that you are well enough my lady, I would be delighted to show you."

"I assure you I am quite well now Lord Stark." The rider said, trying to push herself up from the bed only to fall back on to the pillows clutching her side in pain. Robb moved further up the bed pulling the soft sheets to one side to examine the female.

Her form was covered in a simple shift that draped itself loosely around her curves. The garment was almost see through and his eyes fell on to her ample breasts and then her full hips as he tried to ensure that no blood was seeping from her wounds; as he did so, his mind raced with visions of taking the woman in his arms; but he was brought back from his thoughts as he felt a cool hand take his.

"My lord, could you please take me to the gardens, I so want to see them with you." The rider said softly, her voice almost pleading.

"My lady you are still in pain, would it not be better if we left it a little longer?" Robb asked, trying to persuade the injured woman.

She shook her head. "Please my lord, my body aches from lying in this bed and I wish to feel the breeze through my wings; and it has been so long since I have seen anything as beautiful as Winterfell."

Robb looked upon her face; he knew he could not refuse her; he knew that she had bewitched him. Even if she asked for his life, he knew he would give it her willingly.

Rising from the bed he gently placed furs over her as he picked her up and made his way to the gardens; as they walked, she rested her head in the crook of his neck, her black wings folding themselves protectively around the pair. Robb couldn't help but find himself amused at the confused looks of guards as he carried the rider into the gardens, setting her down on a small bench.

Sitting beside her, he could do nothing but stare in wonder as her large black wings shook themselves happily, letting the cold breeze kiss each and every feather.

"Do you mind if I ask you a question my lady?" Robb asked the rider, looking at her intently as she played with a dead rose which suddenly began to bloom more perfectly under her touch.

"Of course, not my lord, how could I refuse my saviour anything?" She replied, as they looked into each other's eyes, a playful smirk forming on her lips.

"How long have you been alive?" Robb asked, the rider looking at him for a moment and then chuckling slightly before shrugging her shoulders.

"I cannot really remember; it has been that long. As quickly as time passes for most, it passes even quicker for me, it is hard to keep track as decades turn into centuries in what seems to be the blink of an eye. But I dare say that I am much older than you my lord. It is true that my mother was a mortal, but my father was a great god, and I have been blessed....... or cursed, with a long life." (Y/n) told him, a soft sad smile forming on her lips.

He was shocked at her words, she looked similar in age to him, yet here she was claiming to be older, and that she was seemingly immortal.

Robb mussed over his next question, he feared to ask it, but he had to know. "So, you have no one? No husband?"

She shook her head. "No, I am the last of my kind, the last of my line, no other riders have ever been born. I had someone once, but he was taken from me in battle many, many years ago, and I have wander this world alone ever since." He watched her eyes fall, and the rose that she had brought to life, withered in her fingers.

"My apologises my lady, I should not have asked such a question." Robb said, placing his hand under her chin and gently lifting her head so that their eyes met.

"I would like to get to know you better my lady if you will allow it. Perhaps you could stay here in Winterfell after you have recovered?" Robb asked hopefully.

"My name is (Y/n) my lord, if we are to get to know one another better, perhaps you should call me it." She said, as her fingers delicately traced across his cheek.

Robb felt a sudden wave of euphoria pulsate through his body as her deft touches wound their way from his cheeks, up through his hair and around his ears. He could feel the intimacy, her gaze and touch, arousing things within him that he never thought possible.

Instinctively he moved forward, closing the gap that was between them. The stories of the Dark Riders were correct, her beauty was intoxicating, perfect, and his body and soul were already devoted to the vision before him.

His lips brushed softly over hers, as his hands found her body, pulling her gently towards him so that he could feel her warm supple flesh through his robes. The shift she wore had fallen away exposing her neck and shoulders, and Robb found his lips instinctively draw to kiss her skin, her soft moans encouraging him as his hands explored her flesh.

"Stay with me my lady, stay in Winterfell, don't leave." Robb said, his fingers combing their way through her hair, his lips barely leaving her skin.

"I can think of nothing more that I'd rather do than stay with you my lord. I have never had a real home, but if you would allow me, I would like to make Winterfell just that. I could see myself growing old here, growing old with someone here." She said, as their eyes met.

"Winterfell would be honoured to have you call it home, and I would be honoured if I was the one you would grow old with." Robb said, smiling as he saw her face light up.

"I would very much like that my lord. Now I believe that we should return to the bed chamber, I still have some healing to do." (Y/n) said, as Robb took her in his arms and made his way back inside.

No matter what was to come for the Seven Kingdoms, for Robb, the future promised endless possibilities, and a new love.