#originally this was going to include more of the aftermath like rhaegar's and the starks' reactions but i didn't like how it was turning out
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I'm kinda dying for the fallout of the fic where Rhaenys elopes with Robb? Because it's like. Aegon V WISHES his kids' elopements happened with people with that level of political power.
Part 1
When Rhaenys first wakes, she is convinced the night before was a dream. A lovely dream, but a dream nonetheless. Sheâs bold, but sheâs not that bold. Robb certainly isnât that bold. And while she knows Ser Jaime would kill for her, die for her, would he really go against the king by bearing witness to her secret wedding? The whole thing seems unreal.
But as the vestiges of sleep leave her, she becomes aware of a dull soreness between her legs and a lack of any nightgown. Heart pounding, she glances over to her left and sucks in a gasp. Sheâs not the only person in her bed. Robb sleeps there soundly, devoid just as she is of any clothing, his auburn curls mussed and a placid expression on his face.
It wasnât a dream. It all really happened. She is no longer merely Rhaenys, Princess of Dragonstone, but a lady of Winterfell.
Just as sheâs marveling over the whole thing, a knock comes at her door, then her motherâs voice. âRhaenys? Youâre still abed at this hour? Are you feeling ill?â
âNo, not ill!â Rhaenys calls back, hoping the panic she feels doesnât reflect in her voice. âJust, ahâŚjust give me a minute, Mother!â
Robb stirs at the noise, and when he registers her presence, he smiles. âHello, wife.â
Clearly, heâd had no such doubts about whether the wedding had occurred or not.
âShh! My motherâs right outside.â
She nudges him, intending to get him to hurry up and hide, but in his grogginess he doesnât react in timeâor perhaps her nudge was more of a shoveâand gracelessly falls off the bed with a grunt.
âRhae?â Mother asks in concern, letting herself into the room. âI heard a thud, are youââ
Her hand still on the door handle, Mother glances between Rhaenys and Robb in stunned confusion. Fortunately, Rhaenys had had just enough time to pull on a robe and when Robb fell the sheet came with him, concealing what needs to be concealed, but those are small mercies.
âI can explain.â
âI should hope so.â Mother looks at the two of them again, and replies sternly, âGet dressed. Iâll wait outside.â
As soon as the door shuts again, Rhaenys groans. âGods, that is not the way I intended for this to go.â
Robb pulls on his breeches and shirt, appraising her with some wariness. âDo you regret what happened? We canât exactly take it back.â
Rhaenys considers that. Her hand had been forced by Fatherâs overheard pronouncement, but her feelings have always been genuine. âNo,â she answers, softening. âNo, I donât regret it. But we really should have thought about how weâd break the news before going through with it.â
âYour mother will understand.â He pauses. ââŚwonât she?â
âNot wanting to wed my brother? Absolutely. Wedding you in secret and discovering so by finding us just this side of naked? I canât be sure.â
Rhaenys tugs one of her more simple dresses over her head, belatedly realizing she canât reach all the fastenings herself. Before she can ask, Robb steps up behind her. âLet me.â
He methodically tugs the laces tight while she brushes a comb through her hair, and she tries to not relax under his touch. Sheâll need to be sharp to have this conversation with Mother, not thinking about the warmth of Robbâs hands through the fabric of her dress.
âYouâre good at this,â she remarks. âYouâve done it before?â
âNot with another maiden, if thatâs what youâre thinking,â says Robb with a dash of disapproval. âArya lamented the idea of having a servant or Septa Mordane help her with that sort of thing, so now and again sheâd ask my help instead. I was less embarrassing for her, it would seem.â
âWell, Iâm glad for that. This will be awkward enough without having to ask Mother to lace my gown, too.â
He finishes the laces with a final tug. âNow youâre perfect.â
âHardly.â
She turns around and he looks so inviting with that untidy hair and his shirt not fully buttoned that she canât help but kiss him. Itâs certainly her right to do so now, but still itâs quite new and feels illicit. Robb StarkâRobb Stark!âis her husband. Their union has been witnessed and consummated. Now not even the High Septon himself would be able to break it. Itâs not an easy concept to wrap her head around.
âIâll see you,â she says, tossing a final glance over her shoulder before stepping throught the door and coming face to face with her very vexed mother, who right now has the expression of a queen more than a parent. Rhaenys has always withered under that look.
Mother leads her through the Red Keep into her solar, then rounds on her. âHow could you be so irresponsible? Bedding the heir to Winterfell? Have you gone mad?â
âYou always said you wouldnât judge me if I had a dalliance,â Rhaenys replies haughtily, âand that I deserve a marriage of love.â
âYes, but Iââ Mother abruptly cuts herself off. âDid you say âmarriageâ?â
âIndeed, Mother, I did. Robb and IâŚwe were wed last night, in the Northern style in the godswood, with Egg and Ser Jaime as witnesses.â She continues before Mother can reply, âEgg and I overheard your conversation with Father yesterday. I would never be able to stomach being wed to my brother, and couldnât risk you not being able to sway Father on the matter. So I took it into my own hands. Now it doesnât make any difference what Father wants or saysâunder the laws of men and the eyes of the gods, such a match is impossible.â
Mother is silent for a long while, digesting Rhaenysâs words. Then, âYou really did all that?â
âYes.â
âAnd the ceremony was to the letter?â
âYes. Robb led us through it.â
She puts her hands on Rhaenysâs shoulders. âAnd youâre in love with that boy? Truly?â
Rhaenys smiles. âYes.â
âYou will lead me to an early grave, my darling,â Mother sighs. âWell, we may as well get this over with. No good will come of putting it off. Go fetch Robb and Egg, and Iâll find Ser Jaime. Itâs time to tell your father.â
#rhaenys targaryen#robb stark#robb x rhaenys#asoiaf#gotfic#elia martell#my fic#compliance: canon au#becauseforoncethisisme#originally this was going to include more of the aftermath like rhaegar's and the starks' reactions but i didn't like how it was turning out#so it'll have to wait for the next installment ;)#(if indeed anyone would even be interested in an eventual continuation)#btw as it says on my blog i'm not taking new prompts#i'm filling old ones
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