#i couldn't find a description or proper map for the red keep's entrance so enjoy whatever my brain could come up with

[writeshite]

Robb not wanting to the the arranged marriage mostly because he never met the man but upon seeing who he is going to marry he perks up and knows he's about to get destroyed

“Are you scared?” 

Robb turns away from the upcoming Red Keep; the dragons had been circling their wagons from the moment they’d crossed into their territory. He’d kept himself busy this past month of travel, shaking like a leaf when his mind could muster the courage to try and process his upcoming nuptials. 

Sansa nudges him, “Are you scared?” she repeats.

“Yes,” he admits. When his father returned from his audience in Kings Landing, he’d been unnervingly quiet, Robb had chalked it up to exhaustion, but he’d been proven wrong when the angry, harsh whispers of his parents filled the halls of Winterfell. ‘Marriage,’ his mother had screamed, then cried, but Robb hadn’t thought much of it, assuming an alliance or perhaps some assurance was needed from the queen. He’d been half right. 

“What do you think he’s like?” 

Robb shrugs, “Don’t know, never seen him before, just his dragon.”

Sansa had been offering him minor pieces of conversation whenever he looked ready to keel over. ‘You’ll be marrying into the Targaryen house, Robb.’ He’d taken the news about as well as expected, bile rising up his throat, followed by anger, confusion, then defeat by the time of his third runaway attempt. Now, as the carriages headed towards the Keep, his anxiety twisted; further, the distant rumble of dragon roar was far louder. The people’s whispers and curious gazes followed them, and Robb slumped back into his seat. Up high, over one of the walls, he spotted several heads impaled upon spikes - one he recognized as Robert Baratheon, another Tywin Lannister, the rest most likely cohorts in the former’s attempted rebellion. 

When they come to a halt, they’re greeted by the Queensguard, the queen, and her two brothers. Viserys Targaryen was no warrior, but his malice and cruelty were as well known as his open spite toward his sister. Having been overlooked in succession as the people rallied behind her over fear of what lunacy he might have inherited. He sneered at them, lips curled in distaste as they approached. 

You, on the other hand, were feared more for your horrific feats. Robb may have only ever seen your dragon over the battlefield. Still, he’d also heard plenty from others - bloodcarver, dragon spawn, fire-made flesh - unlike Viserys, you regarded their party with indifference, eyes sweeping over them with little reaction. Though when your eyes land on him, they remain there, a half smile rising on your face. Robb admits you are handsome; your silver hair is half tied at the top and left to descend loosely on your shoulders, and Robb’s fingers twitch as he begins to imagine what it would feel like to card his fingers through it. Your attention remains on him well after pleasantries are exchanged, and when you come to walk beside him, he’s left feeling like a blushing maiden.