You hoped as your wedding day grew nearer, you would have Winterfell become more of a home but the noble women who had begun to gather for your wedding, made sure you felt like an outsider. Every time one of them caught your eye, they would either make a snide comment amongst them or try to hide their distain with cruel words to your face. It had become almost unbearable.

Today, like almost every day, you had ended up leaving your chamber to take a walk but passed two women of status on your way. You didn't know who they were but simply from the lavish dresses and how they spoke, you knew they were women who bear more titles than yourself. Although neither invited you into speaking, they made loud conversation amongst themselves, discussing how your fiancé could do much better than you and that it was a disgrace that the King of the North could wish to marry a peasant. Those were the most positive words that they spoke, the rest forced tears to brim in your eyes as you sped up your pace.

Not wishing to turn back to your chambers, having to pass those women again, you headed to where you knew Robb would be, knowing no one would dare say anything if he was there.

As soon as you saw your betrothed, the tears couldn't be held back any longer. You tried to not let there be weight in the words of strangers, but they still tore into you as fresh wounds.

"My love," he said turning his attention to you. "What is wrong?"

You did your best to compose yourself.

"My apologies. I overheard two women here for the festivities. They do not think you have chosen the correct wife."

He dropped what he was doing and came straight over to you, wrapping his arms around you. He may be the King of the North, but you were the daughter of the local blacksmith and met him when you delivered a sword to him. It was love at first sight even though you weren't anywhere near that of a queen, you were a nobody. Although Robb loved you and you loved him, many people didn't agree with the difference in status.

"Hush now," he smiled softly. "You must ignore what they say, Y/N. They are merely jealous that they shall never hold your beauty, your wits or a skill beyond nattering amongst themselves."

A weak smile curled upon your lips, Robb always being able to make you smile.

"Maybe they are right, Robb," you whispered. "Maybe you deserve someone better than me."

He shook his head, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"There is no such person. You are the perfect woman for me," he smiled. "I love you."

"I love you too."

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Written by Charlotte.