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TALISA MAEGYR in GAME OF THRONES — 3x02 "dark wings, dark words"

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This is Nadya and Jon’s second child and eldest daughter, Princess Talisa Stark Tully. She is the wife of Edmure Tully and Roslin Frey’s eldest son (the one born in the show), Edmund Tully, and as such, the Lady of Riverrun. She is also a warg and gifted with greensight, and thus she was chosen by Bran to be the next Three-Eyed Raven. Talisa is also a gifted swordswoman, better than even most men.

I absolutely love this! From the expression on her face to her absolutely stunning outfit, it’s all so amazing!!!

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"Difficult Damsels" -Nikita Gill

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♕ A/N: I watches House of Dragons and LOVED it. So definitely had to find a way to incorporate it somehow. I just started writing for Game of Thrones so send me some requests! Also feedback is my motivator so please, please, please comment!

♕ SUMMARY: War is a game made for the clever and the ruthless, one without the other shall stumble and stammer. Stumbling and stammering has no place amongst the clever and ruthless. In war that can cost you your life. House Stark, known to be most honorable must find a way to navigate all that they do not know. Stumbling and stammering in the Lions Den.

♕ WORD COUNT: 2K

♕ WARNING: Season 3 Spoilers of GOT

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(Y/N) STANDS WITH HER HANDS CLASPED IN FRONT OF HER. Her perfect posture and gleaming smile blend seamlessly into the crowd of spectators. She breaks her gaze forward, scanning the room. An endless supply of false smiles, speaking honey from their tongues as they pour venom into their ears. Do their hearts beat as fiercely as my own? She inhales sharply, her father's hands taking her own with a light squeeze.

"You're trembling, my dear. The course of action you take determines the future of Westeros," Cassian towers over his daughter, an unwavering veil of ease as she stares down at her plate. He kisses the side of her head, muttering into her temple, "We will defeat our foes no matter your decision."

The chorus of clapping pulls both Balter's back into the moment. Guests jump at the opportunity to wish Lord Edmure and his new wife Roslin congratulations. (Y/n) and Cassian doing so courteously before returning to their table. The music and animated chatter fail to reach (Y/n) 's table. She picks at the fruits on her plate, her leg bouncing without pause beneath her.

"—striking your King is an act of treason," (Y/n) freezes as the King of the North and his wife laugh amongst themselves. She fails to block them out as they speak of names for their unborn child. Her gaze shifting from the back of Robb Stark's head to the watchful glances around the room.

"They're all watching me," (Y/n) mutters, fiddling with her plate as her father scans the room. Walder Frey guzzles wine restlessly, his eyes bouncing between (Y/n) and Lord Bolton. (Y/n) cautiously brushes her hand against her father's forearm, her voice barely above a whisper as she avoids his gaze, "Father, please, help me. I know not of what to do?"

"My sweet girl, we are at war. Our hand has been forced into a difficult situation, but if you are ever to command the Azgeda army, you must be able to weather any storm. I have done my part. Now you must do yours," Cassian sighs, turning to his glass. (Y/n) keeps her gaze low before squaring her shoulders, straightening her back as she brings her twitching leg to a halt. Her eyes glazing over as she lifts her head, Walder Frey narrows his eyes as they catch each other's gaze. She offers a half nod, watching as the fickle man does the same to a Frey standing a few feet to the right of her table. (Y/n) stands, smoothing out her dress before circling her table. She stops in front of Robb and Talisa Stark's table. In the corner of her eyes, she ignores the watchful eyes of Lord Bolton and Lady Stark.

"My Queen," (Y/n) curtsies with perfect precision as Talisa smiles sweetly, "Lady (Y/n)."

"Your grace, I apologize for the intrusion, but I carry time-sensitive information. Will you walk with me?" Robb's smile falters, his eyebrows furrowing as he scoots to the edge of his seat. (Y/n) swallows thickly as he turns to his wife, pecking her cheek before rising to his feet.

"Lady (Y/n)," He says, offering his arm. She smiles weakly, offering Talisa a final curtsy before taking his arm. "Have you enjoyed the festivities?"

"Yes, your grace, it appears Lord Edmure is not as apprehensive about this union as before," The two move in sync at a leisurely pace, following the wall toward the back of the hall. (Y/n) nods absentmindedly as Robb jokes about making a mistake in not marrying a Frey, her eyes on her father as they pass him.

"The Queen is very lovely, your grace. There is no mistaking the way you look at her," (Y/n) 's smile hides the screaming shame beneath the surface. "One can only hope to find a love match as such."

"You are quite lovely yourself, Lady (Y/n). You and your father have continued unrelenting loyalty to my family and cause. You have both been invaluable to me. I assure you when this is over, I will make certain you get that love match," He stops her, making certain to look her in the eyes as he holds a wide smile. (Y/n) breaks her gaze continuing their stroll, the announcement of the bedding ceremony filling her silence, "Time-sensitive information? Should we summon my advisors?"

"Not necessary and not here, my King. Back in Azgeda, we say the walls have ears. What I am to tell you is for the ears of the King in the North only. We will win this war, but I need you to trust me," Stopping short as a large group of Northerners carry Roslin out of the hall with Edmure struggling to tame the invasive hands of women leading him out of the hall. Robb frowns at her words, her face void of a tangible expression. Then, as the stampede of Northern wedding tradition disappears, a Frey soldier side steps both (Y/n) and Robb at the doors.

"Lord Frey is about to toast," The soft hum of Rains of Castamere fills the halls as Robb frowns, his eyes bounding between (Y/n) and the Frey soldier.

"I am aware, and we shall return long before the toast. I escort our King at Lord Frey's behest," The soldier mimics Robb's frown as (Y/n) swallows thickly, the window of opportunity closing rapidly. (Y/n) glances back to find her father speaking quietly with Lord Bolton and Frey. At the opening of the doors, (Y/n) pulls Robb left sharply, her pace hastening in the dimly lit corridor.

"What is happening?" (Y/n) reveals a cloak pulling it around Robb. She carefully covers his head before handing him a dagger. She ignores his barrage of questions as she leads him toward the main gate.

"Lady (Y/n). Are you not supposed to be at the proceedings? We are locking down soon," (Y/n) stops in her tracks, turning to the soldier with a half smile. She sidesteps Robb, who keeps his gaze down.

"I've grown weary. My father sent me with my guard. I am to return to the Azgeda stronghold south of here. Come morning, we'll be war heroes, I suppose," (Y/n) glances at the gates where several Frey soldiers rush around with weapons in hand. The man frowns, tilting his head to look past Her. As she lifts her chin, her smile falls from her lips, "I think you forget your place, soldier. A foot soldier interrogating a high-born Lady, the last descendant of Old Valyria. I imagine the consequences would be unspeakable."

"My apologies, milady. I meant no offense," His gaze drops to his feet as he steps to the side. She clasps her hands, marching past him with her head held high and Robb shuffling in tow. Then, out of earshot, she pauses, standing at the edge where the torchlight meets the darkness that consumes the tree line.

"Follow me," She does not wait for a response or spare Robb a single glance as she marches toward the woods. Robb watches her retreating form before glancing at the twins. He knows something is wrong, but a nag in his chest beckons him to follow the last descendant of Old Valyria. His journey toward the tree line is short, even as he shuffles carefully with the dagger she gave him in hand. She stands speaking with one of her father's generals when he discovers the handful of knights hidden in the Forest.

His furrowed eyebrows fall as he clenches his jaw with narrowed eyes. (Y/n) approaches with her hands clasped in front of her, "Your grace—"

"What is the meaning of this?" The sound of swords unsheathing nearly drowns out the low grumble of the young King's voice. One hand holds her neck as the other presses his dagger to her throat. She stands rigid as he glares daggers at her, ignoring her father's soldiers that surround him.

"Stand down," She calls out—not to Robb, to her men. Her gaze on Robb unrelenting, with a chilling calm painting her features. The valyrian steel sits cold against her throat as no one moves a muscle, "I am the Lady of Azgeda. The last house with ties to Old Valyria. Chosen by the gods. Your commander, in my father's absence, I said stand down!"

The sheathing of swords and her commands do little to stifle the indignation in Robb's eyes.

"The young wolf. You've won every battle but have made costly mistakes, your grace," (Y/n) squeezes her eyes shut as Robb backs her into a tree. The soldiers' cries in the distance fill the air as the Red Wedding begins. Robb glances toward the Twins before speaking in a low hum, "Get to a point."

"Walder Frey and Roose Bolton have betrayed you. This wedding is a farce, a slaughter. I was tasked with separating you from your wife. She is to be the first target," (Y/n) grits her teeth as the dagger draws blood, Robb's grip tightening on her throat. His hands tremble against her skin as his eyes well with realization.

"You left my pregnant wife and mother to be slaughtered?" He scoffs, yanking her from the tree and turning her toward the Twins, knife still at her throat. The cries quiet down, and in the distance, Azgeda soldiers march toward the blood bath.

"I had a choice tonight. Allow you to be slaughtered with your people, lose this war and accept a reward from my mother's murderers. Or save your life and use this treachery to our advantage. These seasoned soldiers with us now will march us to our stronghold not too far North as the rest of the army murderers the Freys and Boltons."

"Why shouldn't I slit your throat?" He whispers into the shell of her ear, her back pressed to his chest. Dagger still at her throat, she lets out a dry laugh.

"Because all of this would have been for nothing. My men will kill you, my father will bide his time and side with the Lannisters as he plots his revenge, and your sisters will remain captives. Frey and Bolton have given us an advantage. Right now, your men, mother, and wife lay dead. My father will present your mother's body and a mutilated man to the crown. The world will think you dead, and my father will demand my protection and army set up camp in Casterly Rock away from the North until things calm down. Then, while they lick their wounds and celebrate their victories—their treacheries, you will command the Azgeda army in their ancestral home. We will take Casterly Rock and paint Kings Landing with Lannister blood. But go ahead, slit my throat, end our family names, and will be written in history books as casualties of the Red Wedding. Fools who thought they could wage war against the crown," Another dry chuckle leaves her lips as she watches her army overwhelm the Twins. Tears leave her as she pictures a fate far worse than death, the Lannisters getting away with it all. If Walder Frey or Roose Bolton still breathe, they are undoubtedly aware of her and her father's betrayal.

Robb's grip on (Y/n) loosens before he drops it entirely. She steps back, turning away from the Twins as Robb's legs buckle beneath him. On his knees, his eyes focus on the Twins. A quiet sob leaves his lips as she wipes blood from her neck. Her sworn protector, Azgeda's general at her side, checking for wounds.

"Your grace. Lady (Y/n). We must leave soon in the coverage of night. The Lannister army is arriving in a few hours," Nodding her head, her gaze remains on Robb, who does not move a muscle. Reaching forward, (Y/n) pauses, studying Robb carefully before placing her hand on his arm. He yanks away from her violently before rising to his feet and stomping further into the woods. (Y/n) gesture for men to follow him.

"Are you okay, Lady (Y/n)?" Swallowing dryly, she nods, offering a half-hearted nod.

"Send word to prepare our ships. We sail for Casterly Rock in the coming weeks."

[shiesie]

I have not watched the show, so I’m genuinely asking - how the hell did the GoT writers explain away why Talisa - the noble, wealthy, girl from a powerful family in Volantis - never had her family coming after her killers?

Like, the Volantine are a tempestuous, vicious sort of people at the best of times, and you expect me to believe that one of the accomplished, beauties of their city who had just married the King in the North and was pregnant with his child didn’t have her entire city howling at the gates of King’s Landing for the heads of the Freys?

I know they had their hands full with Dany later on, but it still makes no sense!!!

Talisa’s family logically would’ve wanted vengeance

[joy1306]

Robb Stark (Richard Madden) & Talisa Stark (Oona Chaplin) - Game of Thrones.

[kaitlinj16]

🦋365 Days / 365 Characters🦋

[353/365] Characters 》 Talisa Stark

"I decided two things that day. I would not waste my years planning dances and masquerades with the other noble ladies. And when I came of age, I would never live in a slave city again."

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Moodboard: Talisa Maegyr

Game of Thrones S3E2: Dark Wings, Dark Words, S3E3: Walk of Punishment, S2E8: The Prince of Winterfell Dresses: Aganovich Fall 2016, Dior Spring 2023, Valentino Spring 2015, Ulyana Sergeenko Fall 2013

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Game of Thrones: Episode: “The Bear and the Maiden Fair”

[frainstryan]

if i then added the robb stark/ james potter/ Hector parallels with a side of talisa stark/ Lily evans/ andromache parallels…

And if i compared Hector to James Potter and Lily to Andromache during the 1st wizidarding war well what will you do then…

[rainwingmarvel7]

Basic Talisa Stark Lore (ATRF)

Born: 307 AC, King’s Landing

Parents: Jon Stark (Snow) and Nadya Dormaire

Siblings: Carlyle Snow; Ren, Lena, and Eddard Stark; Gwyndolyn Lannister; Jaime Lannister (Waters); Robb, Margaery, Theon, Edwyrd, and Lyanna Stark

Love Interest(s): Edmund Tully (husband)

Children: Brynden, Celia, and Duncan Tully (w/Edmund)

Titles: Princess of the Six Kingdoms, Lady of Riverrun, Three-Eyed Raven

Weapon(s): Princess’ Favor (longsword), Needle Threader (longbow, gifted by Edmure Tully)

Face Claim: Hailee Steinfeld

(AU lore below the cut)

Basic Talisa Stark Lore (Collab Fic/A War of Two Queens)

Born: 307 AC, King’s Landing

Parents: Jon Stark (Snow) and Nadya Dormaire

Siblings: Ren, Lena, and Eddard Stark; Gwyndolyn Lannister; Jaime Lannister (Waters); Robb, Margaery, and Theon Stark

Love Interest(s): Edmund Tully (husband)

Children: Brynden, Ada, and Duncan Tully (w/Edmund)

Titles: Princess of the Five Kingdoms, Lady of Riverrun, Three-Eyed Raven

Weapon(s): Lady’s Courage (longsword), Needle Threader (longbow, same origin as ATRF)

Face Claim: Hailee Steinfeld

[bumblesimagines]

Imagine:

Being the Frey girl betrothed to Robb Stark

Request: Yes or No

Did not intend for this to be long

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It was supposed to be the perfect day. Many little ladies dreamt of their weddings, dreamily wondering about their future husbands and the family they'd create together. Your dreams of the perfect wedding had been brief, crushed quickly under the boot of your father, Walder Frey, and you were forced to accept that you'd be marrying out of duty rather than true love.

There'd been some hope and a spark of relief when your sisters had rushed to your bedchambers, giddy and eager to speak of your betrothed: Lord Robb Stark of Winterfell. He had visited briefly and been allowed his pick of the litter, but when he provided no response, your father chose for him. You knew of the Starks of Winterfell. They were an honorable family and close as could be. And from the accounts of your sisters, Robb was a handsome man. Young, handsome, eyes blue as sapphires, pretty brown hair, and incredibly polite. You hadn't seen him as you'd been occupied the day of his visit, but everything your sisters told you filled you with glee. An honorable, kind husband who you'd surely fall in love with.

Or so you thought.

You'd been there when one of Walder's men had requested his time and spoke of Robb. The words that followed had sent you reeling, stomach twisting and heart shattering. Robb had a lover. A healer from Volantis named Talisa Maegyr. Your father's rage had been brief, calming when the man assured him Robb still planned on wedding you. He hadn't broken his promise to House Frey, and that had been enough for your father. You shouldn't have been surprised. Walder himself had fostered many bastards throughout his countless marriages.

"A man has needs." He'd said, curling his bony fingers around his ale and bringing it to his mouth. He cared little for the tears forming in your eyes. "I cannot fault him for that."

You spent the rest of the day weeping in your room with your sisters around you, murmuring comforts and trying to brighten your day.

"You'll be Lady Stark and Queen of the North soon, dear sister." One had attempted, a brush delicately going through your hair. "His mistress will be just that. A mistress."

But it hadn't been that. No, you wept because a mistress before the wedding had even been planned meant a loveless marriage where you'd have to battle for your husband's attention, battle to ensure you had his child first. You'd seen firsthand how much a loveless marriage affected a bride. Your father had many wives after the death of your own mother, each of them young and full of light that dimmed with each passing day until they were a hollow and empty shell. You wept for what could've been a happy future far from the grim place you called home.

But the sadness turned to bitterness and anger over night. The Stark's prided themselves on being loyal and honorable, sticking to their oaths and promises even if it meant putting their own happiness aside. Why couldn't Robb done that for you? Why had he taken a lover so quickly after the announcement of your incoming wedding? He hadn't cared about how shameful it would be for you. How humiliating. You'd be known as Lady (Y/N) of Winterfell, the woman who'd been cast aside before ever meeting her husband.

The wedding date had arrived sooner than later, something you loathed. You stared at the reflection in the mirror as both maids and kin tended to you. They brushed your hair, powdered your face, and tightened the wedding dress to your body while fawning over how beautiful of a wedding it'd be. They praised you at the end, gushing over how pretty of a bride you'd be. They hadn't thought to realize that Robb would be envisioning his little healer in your place when you walked down the isle.

You ensured to keep a stoic expression throughout the ceremony, not even mustering a smile for your husband when he lifted the veil and took in your appearance. His eyes, as pretty as described, had widened considerably and flickered over to the pews where his family sat. The ends of his mouth had quirked up into a smile and he muttered a soft 'my lady' before turning to the Septon. You would've scoffed if it weren't for the stare Walder gave you.

The ceremony went by in a breeze and you kept your stoic, cool composure, even when your father had lowly whispered for you to smile after being seated. He no longer had control over you. You relished in the thought. The only good thing that had allowed for you to have an appetite as Starks, Freys, and other allies celebrated. You spent most of the celebration searching for her until you noticed Catelyn Stark speaking with a young woman who stared at Robb hopelessly. Talisa, you presumed from the frankly exasperated look on Catelyn's face. She was pretty, you'd give him that.

"Are you feeling well?" Robb asked quietly and reached for your hand, delicately placing his over it and staring at you with knitted brows. You pulled your hand away swiftly and set it on your lap, eyes moving onto your beloved sisters to keep your emotions in check.

"No." You answered after a brief pause. Robb was handsome, incredibly so, but his presence alone irritated you. You had to act quick before the bedding ceremony took place, a tradition your father insisted on keeping alive. "I feel unwell, Lord Stark. I'm afraid I'll be retreating early."

"Shall I go with-"

Rising from your seat, you shook your head, still refusing to meet his eyes. "No, My Lord. That will not be necessary." You carefully lifted your dress and breezed past your father, ignoring the glare he speared into your back as you glided down the steps and toward the exit.

Slipping out into the familiar halls, you exhaled deeply and released your gown. It dragged along the stone floor, dark gray clashing with white. You itched to get out of it as soon as possible. The thought of burning it crossed your mind but it felt too childish, too improper of a lady.

"My Queen." A voice echoed down the hall and you halted. Queen of the North and Lady Stark of Winterfell. Right. Your new titles. No longer one of Walder's many overlooked daughters. You looked over your shoulder, spotting her auburn hair first, a signature trait of the Tully family. Catelyn Stark.

"My Lady." You greeted her, turning to face the older woman. She smiled sweetly, gazing at you with the warmth of a mother. Catelyn grew closer and took your hands into hers, smile turning into a shamed smile.

"I am deeply sorry for what my son has done." Her voice sounded sincere, full of guilt and shame. She shook her head. "I taught him better than that. He knows better than that. But rest assured, that woman will not cause problems for you."

You'd nearly forgotten. Eddard Stark had returned home from the war with a bastard son called Jon Snow and raised him as a trueborn alongside the rest of his children. You remembered the murmured rumors of how Catelyn detested him and had fostered a particular dislike for bastards. Perhaps that dislike extended to mistresses.

"She may share his bed, that is true. But he is my husband now, and as his wife, I have duties that I will not forget. I can assure you, Lady Stark, I will give your son an heir and do what needs to be done for House Stark to prosper, just as you have done these many years." Her eyes softened considerably, fingers lightly squeezing the palms of your hands.

"Oh, sweet child." Catelyn cooed gently and brought a hand to your cheek. You yearned for your mother's embrace, her soothing words. You pressed your lips together to keep them from trembling. "You shall make a wonderful queen and a wonderful wife. I... I will ensure Robb does his duties as husband. You need not stress over Talisa."

"I appreciate it, Lady Stark. I'm afraid I'll be heading to my- our bedchambers for the rest of the night. Please assure everyone that I am well." You pulled your hands from hers and lowered your head in respect to the monarch before turning and resuming your walk down the hall.

Another deep breath and you reached the one of the many guest bedchambers. Most of your belongings had been packed up for you, likely already sitting in Robb's tent out on the field. You dismissed the servants that offered to help you ready for bed, only agreeing to have a warm bath drawn so you could relax after the day's events.

Slipping out of your wedding dress, you watched it slump on the cool floor and stepped out of your shoes. You released your hair and ran your fingers through it as you dipped one leg into the bath and then the other. The water dug into your skin, easing away at the tension in your muscles. A soft sigh of relief escaped past your lips, shoulders dipping below the surface. You leaned your head back against the wall of the tub, eyes fluttering shut and mind forgetting about the day.

You would've stayed in the tub for the rest of the night, even slept in it, if it hadn't been for the sound of the door creaking open. Your eyes snapped open and you lifted your head, gazing down at the water as heavy boots stepped across the room. Robb passed by the tub, shedding his coat and draping it over a chair. You brought your knees up to your chest when he turned.

"I thought you would've been asleep by now." He spoke softly, undoing the buttons of his vest. "Are you feeling better?"

The consummation. You nearly grimaced. "No."

"Should I call for a maester?"

"It's likely nerves, My Lord."

"We're husband and wife now. You may call me Robb." He gave a boyish smile and you turned to look at the towel perfectly folded on the stool beside you. You reached for it and let it unravel outside of the tub, eyes jumping back to the Stark. Robb's fingers had paused on the last button, attention trained fully on you but when he noticed the icy look, he turned his back. You stood, the water sloshing around as you dried yourself and retrieved a nightgown.

"I would like to sleep in my old room tonight. It's likely the last time I'll see it."

"I'd like to believe that, (Y/N). But I am no fool. I am your husband, you may speak openly with me." Your jaw clenched at his words. He claimed to be no fool yet remained oblivious to your anger. "And I hope you'll grow comfortable enough to sleep at my side."

Picking up a candle, you lifted it to the lantern keeping the room lit and pulled away once the fire flickered onto the end of the wax. "I believe your lover would prefer otherwise, My Lord. I bid you goodnight."

He blinked. "(Y/N)-"

"I bid you goodnight."

[kingofwinter283]

i actually hate talisa maegyr. i think her whole plot with robb was so stupid. like in the books robb’s marriage with jeyne is this tragic situation that’s really a culmination of the stress and grief that robb has been going through and unable to truly process because he is a child trying to lead his people in a war. he gets injured and then learns that his former best friend has just betrayed him, captured his home, and killed both of his younger brothers which adds to growing list of loss in his life. his father got executed, his sisters are being held hostage, his best friend betrayed him, and now his brothers are dead. so while he’s injured and kind of being consumed by his grief, jeyne westerling is there to comfort him and they do the deed and this only makes things worse because of how robb was raised and instilled with his father’s honor, as well as seeing how jon was raised, robb feels compelled to marry jeyne to preserve HER honor which ends up being his downfall. but nooooo in the show robb falls in love with foreign beauty talisa maegyr and dies because he’s an idiot and couldn’t keep it in his pants. like don’t get me wrong i love robb’s scenes in the show richard madden call me i just think the story could have been so much better and been true to the tragedy that it is in the books.

[axelsagewrites]

Can i request a Robb Stark x wife reader x Talisa Maegyr threesome smut?. Reader and Robb have a threesome with Talisa, but reader gets left out (not on purpose) so she sneaks out of the room.

Robb Stark*Attention You Deserve

Pairing: Robb Stark x Tailsa Maeger x afab!reader

Word count: 1598

Warnings: mentions of war, mentions of injury, f!recieving oral, nipple play, threesome mxfxf, feeling left out, insecurity, smut 18+

Masterlist Here

With war raging hard and the constant battles stress was at an all-time high, so you explored different stress relief options with your husband, Robb. At first all the pent-up stress turned into angrily smashing up bushes and trees with your swords, then later drinking, and now, well, now you fucked.

It truly was the best stress reliever of them all. Considering all the atrocious things happening outside your tent what happened inside the tent could get very hot and heavy quickly. Honestly at this point you screwed Robb more times in a day than you ate. Not that you were complaining.

Right now, fighting was far from your mind as a healer, Talisa, helped you with the gash across your arm from a Lannister stray arrow. Robb was beside himself when you got hurt, insisting you return to the North. “I’m no safer in Winterfell than here,” you said, grimacing as Talisa applied lotion to your wound.

“Keep a close eye on that,” you heard the king instruct in a low murmur to her, as if you could not hear him.

Over the next week she really did. She checked your wound each morning and night, applied her lotions with a gentle touch and a sweet smile, and even made you laugh a few times. Seeing how quickly your injury had healed almost made you sad as you had less of an excuse to see her.

Robb had begun to notice the lingering stares you gave her, but he didn’t mind. After all, back in Winterfell it hadn’t been uncommon to invite a third party into the bed for a night. You couldn’t help the light blush on your cheeks when he suggested it to you in a hush whisper in bed that night. “Only if she wants to,” you insisted after eventually agreeing.

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When Talisa showed up to your tent that night you couldn’t help but be a bit nervous. After all it had been some months since you shared your husband, though the prospect was quite thrilling. She snuck in after the soldiers had all fell fast asleep with a light smile. “Your graces,” she curtsied.

“There’s no need for titles here,” Robb smiled softly, approaching her cautiously before taking her hands, “We are all equals in this room tonight, okay?” he asked staring deeply into her eyes. She nodded, a dumb struck look in her eyes, “Use your words,”

“Yes, sir,” she said softly, before leaning up to kiss him. The kiss was passionate but brief as Talisa pulled away to put her attentions on you. Her rough hands cupped your cheeks, slowly pulling your lips to hers until they melted together.

Your hands slipped to her hips, guiding her closer to the bed. Robb stood behind her, unlacing her dress which you soon pushed over her shoulders. Gods she was gorgeous. You laid her down, laying beside her so your fingers could softly brush across her nipples making her moan softly into the kiss.

You heard Robbs tunic hit the floor with a soft thud before feeling the furs dip as he laid on her other side. She broke the kiss, taking his lips captive now as her hand grasped yours. Their kiss was more passionate though so instead you moved your lips to her shoulder, kissing along it gently till you reached her collar bones. You wanted to go further but her hand had dropped yours, moving instead to Robb’s hair.

It was the first time you’d felt a pang of jealousy since your courting days. You tried to push it to the side but with her body turned you had barely any contact with her let alone your husband. Robb pulled away, her lips chased his but instead he turned to you with a grin, leaning over her to kiss you.

He broke the kiss far too soon for your liking. His lips moving to kiss her tits and down her stomach. You felt your core ache as he kissed her thighs. Her head turned to you. You brushed the hair out her face, leaning down to kiss her but Talisa suddenly pulled away when Robb placed an open kiss to her cunt. Her lips parted, a small moan leaving them. you tried to chase them but the longer it went on the less it seemed you were needed as you noticed your husband grinding himself down into the bed for friction. When you tried to play with her tits she gasped, pushing your hands away as it all must have been too sensitive.

As you lay there you realised you were the only one still dressed and the only one not having any fun. You felt tears welling behind your eyes. You’d done this before, but this time felt so different. Especially when they did not notice you stand and didn’t hear you leaving due to her moans.

Your feet carried you away quickly so no one would notice the tears slowly spilling down your cheeks. If anyone had seen, you leave and heard the noises they would easily assume the worst and you couldn’t have that. Robb’s honour didn’t need to be sullied because of your insecurity. Grey wind had been laying outside the tent and followed you as you walked out so you weren’t worried about bringing a guard anyway.

Instead, you perched yourself on one of the fallen trees the men had sat upon when eating supper and stared into the starry sky as the dire wolf sat his head in your lap. “My queen,” the voice made you jump, quickly whipping the tears away as you turned to see one of the Karstark boys who had been on guard tonight. Worry was etched on his face, “Is everything alright?”

“Quite alright yes,” you said with a forced smile, “Just one of those nights,” you tried to brush off.

“I could stay your grace,” he stuttered, he mustn’t have been older than eighteen and white as a sheet, “To protect you, or company if you need- “

“That’s alright,” you assured him, stroking the wolf’s head “I have my own personal guard tonight, Though thank you for your valour, it is always appreciated.” He nodded curtly, looking into the distance but not moving, “Perhaps you should return to your post?” you gently suggested.

He nodded quickly, turning to leave mumbling a thousand goodnights. Your attention turned back to the sky as tears now fell again. A few minutes must have past when you heard twigs crunching behind you. “Lord Karstark, I assure you- “you sighed, turning around but stopping when you caught sight of Robb.

He was more dishevelled than usual, his hair a mess and a cloak hastily thrown on over his shirt and trousers, “You left,” he said, face scrunched in confusion.

Your eyebrow raised, “You noticed?” you asked before turning your attention back to grey wind.

“Of course, I did,” he said, rushing to sit beside you, “Are you okay? Why did you go?”

“I wasn’t needed,” you said, choking back the tears again when you faced him.

His shoulders deflated and he tried to reach for your hand, but you pulled it back, “Of course you were. I always need you,”

“Really? Cause you seemed quite satisfied with just her,”

“I was just trying to make her comfortable, like you asked,” he said, trying to make eye contact but you kept looking away, “Was it me? Did I do something? -“

“It was both of you,” you snapped, “She basically pushed me away and you jumped right into it with her, and I was just sat there! Fully clothed and pushed to the side,”

Robb shuffled closer despite your protests, putting his arms around you, “I didn’t mean to,” he murmured into your skin, his head dropped into the crook of your shoulder, “I’m so sorry my love. We just got carried away. When she told me you were gone, we stopped instantly- “

“She told you?” you said, not sure whether to be angry he hadn’t noticed or grateful she had.

“Yes, I couldn’t really see,” he admitted, his cheeks going red, “But that’s my fault,” he said as he grabbed your hands, “I should’ve noticed, I should’ve made sure you were okay. You are always my priority,”

You sighed, allowing Robb to hug you tighter as he kissed your shoulder, mumbling how sorry he was. Then you heard more footsteps approaching. “Your graces?” Talisa’s voice was sheepish as she approached. “Is everything okay?” she asked.

Robb looked at you before he answered, “Maybe you should- “

“She can sit,” you said, cutting him off. She did as you said as you gathered your thoughts, “I’m sorry, I should not have run off- “

“Don’t apologise,” Talisa said, reaching out for your hand, “Its my fault for pushing you away. I didn’t mean to I was just- “she stopped as her skin grew red, “too in my own world. I am truly sorry,”

“You don’t need to be,” you mumbled.

“But I am,” she said, squeezing your hand gently, “You have no idea how much I looked forward to spending tonight with you, both of you but you especially my queen,”

“Then truly I have ruined this,” you sighed.

“Not at all,” Robb said, kissing your cheek, “In fact why don’t we make it up to you?” Talisa noddled eagerly at his idea. “Show you the attention you deserve,” that mischievous spark was back behind his eyes. It made you shudder with excitement. You were in for a long night indeed.

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