“Tell me a story,” she urges, giving his waist a small squeeze, “any story you like. The one about how we’re all living in the eye of a giant, or perhaps the one where Sansa got back at you and Jon for hiding a spider in her bed.”
“I have a better one.”
Robb recounts the story of how he met his wife to his eldest daughter. (What would have happened if the Tyrells decided to go North with the royal family when Robert asked Ned to be his hand.) | AO3 | for theladymargaery