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Waking up would always be your favourite part of the day, as long as you woke up next to your husband. His arms around you underneath the fur of the bed, holding you tightly with your back against his warm chest. Legs tangled together after last night's activities. His deep, warm breath tickling you neck, indicating that he was still asleep. You turned your head slowly and looked at him over your shoulder. He looked so peaceful in sleep. His face was void of wrinkles that always seemed to accompany him, while he was awake.
A strand of brown hair hung in front of his closed eyes. He looked absolutely adorable. You carefully turned around in his arms and swept the strand of hair backwards. You slowly caressed his hair and cheek, committing every detail to memory. Robb had been so busy the last few days that it was nice to wake up beside him, instead of him getting up at dawn, leaving you to wake up in a cold bed.
Your actions slowly woke your husband up. He frowned slightly and let out a groan, pulling you even closer to him. You simply smiled and kissed his forehead, continuing your actions. After a few seconds, his pale blue eyes finally opened, looking at you with love and warmth. "Good morning, my love." He whispered, drowsily smiling up at you. You smiled back and kissed him, waking him up even more. Breaking apart, you simply smiled at each other in pure bliss. You had been married for over a year and yet it felt like it had been yesterday.
Looking up at the light peeping in through the window, your husband groaned. "Do we really have to get out of bed?" He asked, holding you tightly against him. You simply chuckled, pushing him on his back and climbing on top of him, straddling his chest. "I am afraid so, my love. We both have places to be and duties to perform. Your mother is expecting me today to teach me about my future duties and I believe your father is expecting you for the same thing." You said.
Your husband pouted and you smiled at him, caressing his cheek and looking into his eyes. "Trust me, my darling. I would rather stay in bed as well, but we can not and we can not pretend to be sick. Your family would never believe that. Besides, Arya will never let us forget if we tried that." You answered. Robb groaned again, wanting to argue, but knowing very well that you were right. You chuckled again, before leaning down and giving him another kiss.
Breaking apart, your husband smirked, reaching up and carding his fingers through your hair. "Alright, I will get up, my love. But tonight...." He said, grabbing your waist and flipping you over, making you fall on the bed with a laugh. He hovered above you. "...Tonight we will continue where we left off, understood?" He asked with a lustful look in his eyes.
You simply smiled and nodded. He smirked at you and kissed your forehead. You whined at the very wrongly placed kiss. He laughed at that, before giving you a proper kiss. Pulling away after a few seconds, he smiled at you, before rolling over and getting out of bed, walking towards the bathing room. He smirked at you from over his shoulder, before closing the door.
Stretching yourself, you thought about how you got to this point. You were the daughter of a minor house in the North. Your family and the Starks were old friends, so when the time came for Robb to marry, your families had made a deal for you to marry him. You had been very reluctant at first, wanting to find and marry someone on your own accord.
Robb, however, had slowly won you over by taking the time to get to know you and for you to know him. Now, you couldn't think of a better husband, even if you tried. You still did not know why the Starks did not arrange a marriage with one of the major houses, like the Tyrells from the Reach, but you were not complaining and you never would.
Your attention was pulled by the door of the bathing room opening, Robb stepping out of it. His face and hair were wet and to your disappointment, he was wearing pants. Robb saw your face and chuckled. "I think that mother would get a heart attack, if I walked through Winterfell like that. Besides, I would absolutely freeze to death and I do not want to leave you behind." He said.
You knew that he was right, but you still grumbled in disappointment, altough you could not help, but smile the last sentence. You knew that your husband loved you, but it was always nice hearing it. Still chuckling at your reaction, your husband leaned closer and kissed your forehead, before continuing to get ready for the day. You just sighed, before finally getting up and doing the same.
After sharing a small and private breakfast, your husband finally kissed you goodbye, before leaving to meet with his father. You waited in your rooms for about two minutes, before quickly leaving as well, walking down the stairs and through the courtyard, the people of Winterfell all bowing and nodding towards you on the way there. You politely nodded back at them, while walking towards your destination. It was true that you were meeting with Lady Stark, but first you had something else to do.
Hearing someone calling your name, you tensed for a second, thinking that Robb had noticed you, before realising that it was just Arya. Your youngest sister-in-law ran up to you, her face flushed and her mouth in a big grin. "There you are. You were not at breakfast. Mother became worried that she had to cancel your lesson." She said. You smiled down at her. "It is alright. Go and tell your mother that I will meet with her soon. I just have to talk to Maester Luwin." You told her. She smiled and nodded, before running off again.
You shook your head with a smile as you watched her go. Suddenly, you noticed how your surroundings suddenly became a bit dark and seeing a very familiar shadow on the ground before you. Turning around with a soft and warm smile, you looked right at your husband's direwolf. You slowly reached up and petted the fur between its eyes.
The huge wolf carefully laid down, so that you could pet it better. Grey Wind had been a bit suspicious of you at first, but after realising that you meant no harm to its master, he quickly became friendly to you. "Hello, beautiful. Let me guess: Robb ordered you to keep an eye on me, even though we're safe in Winterfell." You said, stroking his head.
After you had gotten sick a few days ago, Robb had become a bit overprotective over you, ordering his direwolf to follow and protect you when he could not. You appreciated the gesture, but you did not need a literal guard dog, no matter how much you loved Grey Wind. The wolf in question whined in answer and you took that as a yes. You sighed, knowing very well that Grey Wind would follow you around anyway, no matter what you said. "Well, come along then. I just need to go to Maester Luwin." You said, ceasing your stroking and continuing on your way, Grey Wind standing up and obediently following you.
Arriving at the right chambers, you ordered Grey Wind to stay outside, before knocking on the door. Being allowed to come in, the old man smiled at you kindly. "Ah, lady Y/N. how can I help you today?" He asked. You took a deep breath, before answering. "I have been feeling unwell the last few days. I become sick in the morning and I suddenly can not stand several foods, some of which I normally do not have a problem with."
The Maester nodded, listening intently. "Does you husband know about this?" He asked. You shrugged. "He knows that I got sick a few days ago, but he has been so very busy the last few days. I did not want to worry him." You answered. The old man nodded. "Well, sit down, My Lady. We will find out what is ailing you." He said, leading you towards a chair.
A few minutes later, you almost skipped out of his chambers, feeling ecstatic. Grey Wind quickly lifted his head from his paws, looking at you from where he was lying close to the door. You beamed at him, before leaning closer to the wolf. "Guess what, Grey Wind? Soon, you will have another person to protect." You whispered in his ear, not wanting the rest of Winterfell to know the news yet.
Grey Wind tilted his head, but licked your hand all the same. Still smiling, you straightened up. "Now, come along. We have to hurry, before Lady Stark actually does cancel my lessons." You said, hurrying your way back across the courtyard. Your husband's direwolf right behind you, waiting outside the door to Lady Stark's chambers, once you had arrived there.
Lady Catelyn was a few minutes into your lessons about your duties as the future Lady Stark, when she noticed that your mind was somewhere else. "Is there something troubling you, my dear? Did Maester Luwin say something?" She asked, knowing from Arya that you had visited him. You looked up at the older lady, being startled out of your thoughts. "Forgive me, My Lady. Maester did say something, actually." You answered, barely being able to hide your grin. Catelyn sat down next to you, feeling concerned.
She knew how much her oldest son loved and cared about you. If anything happened to you, he would be inconsolable. "What did he say?" She asked, hoping that it wasn't anything bad. You looked at her with a grin. "Tell me, My Lady. How do you feel about becoming a grandmother?" You asked. You could see her going over your words, before realisation set in and she started to smile and laugh, tearing up and pulling you into a tight hug. You hugged her back, hoping that your husband had the same reaction. You knew that he wanted children, but you were still nervous about it.
Because this was a special day, Lady Catelyn let you go early, knowing that you would not be able to concentrate and neither would she. Walking through Winterfell with Grey Wind at your side, you encountered you husband's half brother: Jon Snow. You whispered the very good news into his ear. He beamed at you, before trying to shake your hand.
You gave him a hug instead. You knew that Lady Catelyn did not care about him, but Robb did and so did you. Pulling back, you urged him to keep it a secret and he quickly agreed. With that settled, you walked towards the Godswood, Grey Wind right at your heels. You knelt in front of the great weirwood tree and thanked the Gods for giving you this blessing.
Hearing your name being called once again, you looked up and saw Robb quickly walking towards you, his face deeply concerned. Stopping in front of you, he put his hands on your shoulders and looked you up and down in worry, barely paying any attention to his direwolf. "Are you alright, my love? Mother said that you had something to tell me and on my way here, I heard that you visited Maester Luwin. Are you ill?" He asked, pulling off his glove and feeling your forehead to see if you were warm. You smiled at his concern, grabbing his hand and squeezing it reassuringly, caressing his face with the other.
"I am fine, my love. I promise." You reassured him. He sighed in relief, before looking at you in confusion. "But then, why did you visit Maester Luwin?" He asked. You looked down, feeling a bit guilty. You told him about getting sick and your problem with food. He looked a bit hurt. "Why did you not tell me?" He asked. You sighed. "Because you have been so busy the last few days. I did not want to burden you even more." You said, looking down at the ground.
A hand gently grabbed your chin and lifted your head back up. Robb looked at you earnestly. "My Love. Your health will never be a burden. I will always have time for you, no matter what. When we married, I promised to the gods that I would take care of you and I intend to uphold that promise. You are my wife and you are more important to me than anything in the world " He said, caressing your cheek and kissing your forehead.
You smiled at your husband, kissing him for several seconds, tears rolling down your cheeks. Breaking apart, Robb looked at you and wiped away your tears, his concern returning. "Did Maester Luwin say anything?" He asked. You looked at your darling husband and you could not help, but wanting to fool him for a bit. You put on a sad face "According to Maester Luwin: I have an illness. One that only women can have. It messes with my mind and body and will continue to do so for the next few months." You told him.
Your poor husband looked terrified and you really had to bite your lip to hold your laughter in. Is there any medicine for this?" He asked. You shook your head. Now, your husband looked truly scared and worried about you, so you took pity on him. You grabbed his hands with a smile and slowly put them on your abdomen, not saying anything. He looked at you confused for a moment, before his eyes widened and he looked down at your stomach, his hands caressing the place where your baby would grow.
"Are you certain?" He asked, his voice wavering a bit. You nodded, unable to speak. You squealed as your husband suddenly pulled you into a hug, lifting you up and spinning you around. You simply laughed as he finally put you down. Robb looked at you with so much love in his eyes, before kissing you passionately. You smiled at him as you broke apart, resting your forehead against his. He smiled back at you, before hugging you tightly. "I am so happy." He whispered into your ear. You smiled and held him even tighter. "I'm glad." You replied. Pulling back, he tweaked your nose. You rubbed it with a squeak.
"That was for scaring me, you little witch." He laughed. You scowled playfully at him. "Well, this "witch" will have your child in a few months, so you better treat her right." You pointed your finger at him, trying to look stern, but your big smile ruined it. He smirked. "Oh, I intend to do just that." He said, before lifting you up in his arms, bridal style and carrying you back towards the castle, ordering Grey Wind to follow you.
"Robb! I can walk by myself. Put me down this instant!" You ordered. He simply smiled, but put you down nevertheless, still amused by your reaction. You scowled at him, swatting at his arm. He simply laughed at your reaction, before leading you to your shared chambers. Grey Wind looked at the two of you from behind and if he could, he would have smiled
That evening, during dinner, you told the rest of the Stark family. You had already sent a raven to your family with the news. Arya tackled you into a hug and even Sansa temporarily forgot her lessons, as she ran to hug you, Catelyn letting it go for this one time. Bran smiled at you and carefully hugged you too, as if afraid that he would hurt the baby if he hugged you too tightly. Rickon did not fully understand what it meant, but he saw that everyone was happy, so he was happy too.
Ned wrapped you in a bear hug, absolutely ecstatic that he would become a grandfather. During the whole dinner, the unborn baby was the main source of conversation. Bets on whether it was going to be a boy or a girl, name suggestions and so forth. In the midst of it all, you just listened and smiled, holding your husband's hand. Robb looked at you and smiled, before leaning forward and kissing your temple. You both felt happy and content.
That night, you were lying in bed with your head on you husband's chest, his arms tightly around you. He looked down at you, happiness and love clear in his gaze. "You have made me the happiest man in all of Westeros." He muttered, caressing your cheek. You smiled up at him, lifting your head slightly. "And you have made me the happiest woman, my love." You replied. He beamed a smile at you, kissing your forehead. Suddenly, his eyes widened, as if he remembered something.
You let out a sound of protest and confusion as he suddenly flipped you both over, hovering above you just like he did that morning. "Speaking of being happy: I do remember making a promise to you this morning." He said with a feral smile. You looked at him in fake innocence, pretending to think for a minute. "Did you? I do not remember." You said. Your husband's smirk got wider. "Well then, my love. Let me remind you." He said, before attacking your lips with his own.
Several months later, a baby girl was born: Lyanna Stark. You had asked Ned if it was alright to name the baby after his sister if it was a girl. The poor man had teared up at that and had said that it was a great honour. Everyone was happy with the new baby but you and your husband most of all. A couple of years later, you had a son named Harrison. The whole of Winterfell celebrated having a heir. Despite this, both your children were equally loved by you, your husband and your in-laws.
Slowly opening your eyes from the memory, you were greeted with the sight of your son snuggled up to you and your daughter lying with her head on her father's chest, having climbed into the bed, somewhere during the night. While you sometimes missed the intimacy between you and your husband in the morning, you would not trade this for anything in the entire world. You saw your husband looking at you over your children's heads, smiling at you and mouthing the words "good morning" to you.
You smiled back, before yawning deeply. Tightening your grip on Harrison, you closed your eyes, your head carefully resting on top of your son's head. Your duties could wait a few hours more. Right now, spending time with your family was more important. Besides, Ned would not pass his title on, until at least another year. The older man wanted to give his oldest son some time to spend with you and your children, knowing that being Lord and Lady Stark would take most of that time away.
Yes, your duties could wait a little bit longer. With that thought, you fell back asleep.