[ the kingdom grows strong. people say things are as they once were, when the wolves ruled the north, before they bent the knee to the dragons. and robb does not know how much truth there is to that, but his people are happy, and so he must not be doing such a poor job of kingship as he once feared her would.
they grow comfortable, he and his lady wife. she was so very much of the north now. it was her home, as much as it was his, and it brought him great joy to see her among his household, to see her smile at them and they smile back. it was as if she had come from here, not from the south at all. lioness once, perhaps, but she was a wolf now, wore the pendant he'd made for her around her throat, and robb was fond of kissing her nape everytime he removed it for her.
and there had been children. beautiful, sweet babies that robb loved so fiercely, more fiercely than he'd ever realized he was capable of. they were beautiful, so much of their mother in them, and yet he found himself there too. they were the best things he had ever done, the most perfect and beautiful things in this world, and he never tired of scooping them up, kissing them and telling them how much their lord father loved them, for he would never have them forget it.
her touch pulls his gaze from their children, and he turns his affectionate smile upon her, his beloved wife. this comes so easily now, loving each other and expressing it for all to see. it is second nature to catch her hand and bring it to his lips, smile against her fingertips as if just the touch of her hand makes him the happiest of men. ]
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they grow comfortable, he and his lady wife. she was so very much of the north now. it was her home, as much as it was his, and it brought him great joy to see her among his household, to see her smile at them and they smile back. it was as if she had come from here, not from the south at all. lioness once, perhaps, but she was a wolf now, wore the pendant he'd made for her around her throat, and robb was fond of kissing her nape everytime he removed it for her.
and there had been children. beautiful, sweet babies that robb loved so fiercely, more fiercely than he'd ever realized he was capable of. they were beautiful, so much of their mother in them, and yet he found himself there too. they were the best things he had ever done, the most perfect and beautiful things in this world, and he never tired of scooping them up, kissing them and telling them how much their lord father loved them, for he would never have them forget it.
her touch pulls his gaze from their children, and he turns his affectionate smile upon her, his beloved wife. this comes so easily now, loving each other and expressing it for all to see. it is second nature to catch her hand and bring it to his lips, smile against her fingertips as if just the touch of her hand makes him the happiest of men. ]
What is it, love?