How someone could be judged by what they are born into was something beyond you but maybe that was mainly due to how little people thought of you due to the blood that ran through your veins. You were the youngest child of King Aerys Targaryen, one of two twin girls born under a year before his death. Your older twin sister and older brother had been hidden off to Essos whilst you ended up captured by the rebels who had killed your father. The new King wanted to see your blood spilled even as an innocent babe, but his close friend Lord Eddard Stark of Winterfell had taken you in. It certainly wasn't from kindness though; it was for politics, but you couldn't complain about how you were raised.

You were always treated as less than, less than his other ward Theon Greyjoy and less than his bastard son Jon Snow, but you still had a life beyond the means you could have had if the new King had his hands upon you. You tried to befriend the children of Winterfell, those who were close to your age. Robb, the eldest of the children of Lord Eddard was a year older than you and you had a close friendship from a young age and it only grew further as you aged.

Although you knew that you were only kept alive so that the kindness of the North to a Targaryen could be used in the future but you doubted that he would ever want his oldest son to be in a relationship with that person. Secretly you and Robb had been in a relationship, courting behind the back of his family and anyone else, not wanting people to know of your interest in one another.

As you had frequently, you headed off to the surrounding forest, to a meeting place that you regularly used to get a chance to see one another. You waited patiently until you saw him come through the trees.

"Why did you wish to meet?" You asked.

You met in your special place at the same time every week, but this was an irregular time, a time that he requested. You feared why he wished to meet, scared that he had changed his opinion on you, but you'd have never imagined how important this meeting would be for the two of you.

"I needed to ask you something of importance," he said softly, taking your hand within his. "I couldn't wait for another day to see you and ask."

You felt your heart jump into your throat.

"I fear what you may wish to ask," you stated. "Very few good things are asked of me these days."

He smiled warmly at you, raising your hand to his lips for a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

"I do hope you consider it a good thing for me to ask you although I shall hold grand doubts to other opinions."

"Robb do not make me wait," you berated. "Ask me the question now or I shall surely lose my mind."

He let out a chuckle, knowing how frantic your thoughts would have become.

"I understand that many will disagree, I also understand how my life will likely change when this comes to light. I have longed to ask you this since the moment I laid eyes upon you and I know how I always saw my life holding you as part of it. I can only hope you say yes, or I shall be lost. Please make me the luckiest man in Westeros and be my wife."

Robb held out a small metal band that you knew likely held some form of sentimental value to his family not that you cared for it's worth, only caring for the man how offered it to you. You couldn't fathom how much joy you felt with that question and hoped that no one would stand in the way for such a union to come true but for now you could only allow hope to control you.

"Of course I will marry you."

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Written by Charlotte.

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