❝I’ve been searching for you all over.❞ Robb voice echoed from a few steps away, ending up right beside her and he took a seat. ❝You alright?❞ slipping his hand top of hers, he gently squeezed it.

The wind were brushing his short strands of hair back slightly, irises shifted to the view that she was staring at. ❝It’s a beautiful view. Certainly not as beautiful as you are, but— and yes, I went to find you, but I was told that you were here.❞ he didn’t mind her hair.

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ ┊ ☪︎⋆ ⊹ ┊ . ˚ ✧ ╾—𝑨𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒂 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒐𝒏 ❥ Hᴀᴘᴘʏ Vᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇ’s Dᴀʏ, ᴍʏ ʙʀɪᴅᴇ.

Missing her 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒐𝒍𝒇.

Sneaking right behind her with his hands folded behind him out of respect, he inched his lips nearing to her ear, ❝Boo.❞

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❝Took a stroll, the weather is quite refreshing today.❞ Raising his left hand to rest upon her lower back—lips tugging up into a grin at the sound of her laughter. Though, he was taken back at the feeling of her lips against his neck before he returned one on her forehead.

Patience, my lady. He’s filled with surprises.

Robb would be more than delighted to meet his future niece. No doubt that she’d be a lovely addition to the family— for him and his sister specifically. No apologies needed, he knows how Arya can have men shake in their boots.

Biting onto his lower brim, the young wolf didn’t comment on that— and raised his finger up, before using the other hand to chug his drink down. And. . . he has yet to court Alayna?! Arya and Gendry had already started a family— and he’s definitely far behind. ❝No comments.❞

❝Gendry, I did not mention such words. Have I?❞ He was just a little shocked— per say. Raising his palm to rest on his brother-in-law left shoulder, he gave it a squeeze. Yes— Yes. He is working on it.

He’s sneaking quietly and hugging her from behind.

𝑨 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚 #𝑺𝒆𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒐𝒍𝒇. 𝑅𝑂𝐵𝐵 𝑆𝑇𝐴𝑅𝐾.

He’s zipping his lips from any unnecessary inappropriate comments. Though, he must add that she looks beautiful.

❝Just a blowing kiss?❞ teasing her, playfully capturing the blown kiss— approaching her. ❝My fragile heart is hurting.❞

❝That remains between you and I, alright?❞ Robb quietly whispered, inching himself closer to his bride— arms sliding around her waist to draw her figure against his, before he pressed a kiss against her lips. ❝Without a doubt.❞