You never thought that you would ever get married, at least if you had any say in the situation. Sadly, you didn't think that anyone cared what you thought, especially seen as the marriage had been in the works since you had been born. You were betrothed to Robb Stark soon after your birth to keep a strong alliance with the north. Seen as you lived on opposite ends of Westeros, you hadn't met him, you didn't know anything of the man past what your parents got tell you and that wasn't a lot.

Your mother wasn't impressed with the marriage. Cersei Lannister was known for her protective nature when it came to her children and she didn't want to see you move to the North. Even if it was against your wishes, your father Robert Baratheon was the one who was sat on the iron throne and his word was the final one.

Against your will, you walked down the aisle and said 'I do', leaving you and your new husband to walk back up the aisle and get into your carriage that was taking you to the venue of the meal and would be the place the two of you got to spend your wedding night.

It felt like a breath of fresh air to be in the carriage, away from prying eyes, and it seemed that Robb felt the same.

"I'm sorry," he sighed.

"Pardon," you whispered, not sure what he was apologising for.

"I'm sorry that you had to marry me," he explained. "I tried to get it cancelled. No offence to you, but I wasn't a fan of marrying a stranger and I can't imagine that you would be too fond of it either."

"It wasn't at the top of my plans."

Robb let out a chuckle as you flipped your long blond hair over your shoulder to try and keep it out of your face.

"I'm not too happy about moving to Winterfell," you admitted. "It's so far away from home and my mother is far from impressed with me being away from her."

He offered you a sympathetic smile. "Are you close with your mother? You certainly look a lot like her."

You nodded your head. You were very similar looking to your mother, the same fair complexion and long blond hair. The only thing that separated you was your bright blue eyes that looked like your father's.

"I will miss her greatly. As I shall miss my father and siblings, but I have heard of the beauty in Winterfell, it shall be a change, but I hope I shall enjoy it."

"I hope so too," he smiled. "I'd hate for you to resent me for this move."

"I cannot resent you for a marriage you didn't plan. Hopefully we shall learn to enjoy each other's company at least once we actually get to know each other."

"I hope so."

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