Turn down Melisandre's offer

From Create Your Own Story

Looking in his sister's eyes, her could see she did not want to go. Besides, how could he let his family be separated again.

"I'm sorry, your grace. I would prefer it if Arya stayed with me."

Melisandre stayed resolute, but she was obviously disappointed. "That's a shame. She could have been a warrior of Light. Is your decision final?"

"Yes," Robb affirmed, "I apologize for any inconvenience. Am I dismissed, your grace?"

Stannis nodded, and Robb left the solar, his sister in tow. Once outside, the two hugged each other again, gripping each other tight. Robb planted a kiss right on her lips, relishing the closeness with his sister. Arya was surprised, but accepted his affection. The two separated as they heard footsteps. A young serving girl approached them.

She dropped a curtsy in front of Robb. "I was instructed to bring you to the Lady Sansa. Please follow me, your G- milord."

She blushed and looked to the ground, but Robb just smiled encouragingly and signaled her to lead the way. She looked like a Northerner. "What's your name, girl?"

"Mira Forrester, milord", she answered.

Ah, the Forresters, Robb thought. A minor house from Ironrath, very loyal. He knew little about them. "Are you the girl with the wonderful singing voice?"

Mira blushed slightly. "I'm afraid not, milord, that would be my sister Talia."

Ah, shame, Robb thought, I love me a girl that can sing.

"I heard that you were pretty loose," Arya commented, smirking.

This caused Mira to blush a deep shade of red. "No, my lady. I-I-I think you have me mistaken for another." Robb was amused at his sister's straightforward nature.

Arya shrugged and dropped the topic. They arrived at an ornamented wooden door. Mira knocked, and finally, after so many months, Robb heard that lovely voice again, saying "Come in."

The Forrester girl opened the door and there she stood, sweet, beautiful, poor Sansa. She had become even prettier, her auburn hair bright and shining, in an elaborate hairdo with braids hanging down to her chest. Her breasts were clearly defined now, small, but round bags of flesh under her golden dress, a deep neckline revealing the soft shadow between them. Stunned, Robb couldn't help but feel slightly aroused. Yet there was also sadness in her bright blue eyes, a deep sadness that gave her the haunting beauty that the famous Ashara Dayne must have had.

Before Robb could even take one step into the room, the girl flew towards him.

"Robb!", she cried, and then her arms were around him, her head on his chest, her body pressed against his. She was crying, and Robb fought hard to hold back the tears himself. Finally I have you back, my princess.

"And Arya!" she exclaimed, letting her sister join the hug. The siblings embraced in a tight hug, tears shed by all three.

Mira left them alone and Robb managed to carry his weeping sister inside the room. Arya closed the door behind them. Then they just stood there for minutes, Robb kissing Sansa's head, her nose, her cheeks, and Sansa just crying a never-ending stream of tears. Sansa then turned to Arya, sobbing as she kissed her sister. Robb got rid of his chestplate before pulling them both close again. "I've missed you both so much!", Sansa cried.

"I never thought I would see you again", Arya whispered, holding back tears. Robb buried his face in Sansa's hair, and held Arya close, holding back tears himself..

After another two minutes, Sansa's tears ebbed away and she sniffed, smiling at her brother and sister, for a moment with all that happiness on her face she had had as a little girl. Robb cupped her face and kissed her forehead again.

Sansa looked up at him. "Are you angry with me for telling the Queen about father's plan?"

Arya looked at her inquisitively. She obviously had not known anything about this.

Robb was of course informed about everything that had happened in those fateful days. Sansa was not blameless in the entire matter, but she had been a naive little girl.

What does Robb decide?


Don't Blame Her


She needs to be Spanked



(TurinTurambar)

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