April182014
woman-of-winterfell:




and Princess Myrcella, who’d spent the whole meal gazing at Robb with adoring eyes.
                 -A Storm of Swords

woman-of-winterfell:

and Princess Myrcella, who’d spent the whole meal gazing at Robb with adoring eyes.

                 -A Storm of Swords

(Source: lyannasnow, via robbmyrcella)

1AM
thephantomcasebook:


decl:


AU: Robb takes Myrcella captive during the war and ends up falling in love with her.


 

thephantomcasebook:

decl:

AU: Robb takes Myrcella captive during the war and ends up falling in love with her.


 

(Source: queenargelladurrendon, via robbmyrcella)

1AM
robbmyrcella:

messy—chestnut:

Notebooks with Robb x Myrcella inspired covers

robbmyrcella:

messy—chestnut:

Notebooks with Robb x Myrcella inspired covers

1AM
dibsonodair:

[+] Where do I belong? - Myrcella Baratheon

“I do not want to be his wife.”
Jamie looked at Myrcella curiously for a moment before tilting his head, as if to say ‘go on’.
“I know nothing of Robb Stark,” Myrcella whispered, tears burning at the back of her eyes. “Except that he would rather wed anyone, even the Poole girl, than me… I do not wish to have my lord mother’s life with the King. I do not wish to be unhappy.”
“You silly girl,” Jamie chuckled, tucking a golden strand behind her ear. “You are not your mother and Robb Stark is not your father.”
“You don’t understand Uncle Jamie,” Myrcella cried, not finding any humor in her situation. “You should have seen him at the feast, he would not even look at me.”
Jamie sighed, releasing his sword from it’s place on his hip and holding it out to her. “Come now Little one, take it.” 
Myrcella hesitated a moment before taking the heavy steel into her two delicate hands, palming it carefully to make sure she did not wound herself. Jaime softly took hold of her hands, and titled the blade until she saw her reflection in the clean metal.
“What do you see?”
“I see myself.”
“You know what I see?” Myrcella shook her head. 
“I see Princess Myrcella Baratheon. With hair the color of the sun and eyes as green as the southern sea, destined to be even more lovely than her mother, the Queen.”
“Now do you understand Little one,” Jamie kissed the top of her head, taking his sword back from her hands. “Robb Stark would be a fool to deny you anything. Even his love.”

dibsonodair:

[+] Where do I belong? - Myrcella Baratheon

“I do not want to be his wife.”

Jamie looked at Myrcella curiously for a moment before tilting his head, as if to say ‘go on’.

“I know nothing of Robb Stark,” Myrcella whispered, tears burning at the back of her eyes. “Except that he would rather wed anyone, even the Poole girl, than me… I do not wish to have my lord mother’s life with the King. I do not wish to be unhappy.”

“You silly girl,” Jamie chuckled, tucking a golden strand behind her ear. “You are not your mother and Robb Stark is not your father.”

“You don’t understand Uncle Jamie,” Myrcella cried, not finding any humor in her situation. “You should have seen him at the feast, he would not even look at me.”

Jamie sighed, releasing his sword from it’s place on his hip and holding it out to her. “Come now Little one, take it.” 

Myrcella hesitated a moment before taking the heavy steel into her two delicate hands, palming it carefully to make sure she did not wound herself. Jaime softly took hold of her hands, and titled the blade until she saw her reflection in the clean metal.

“What do you see?”

“I see myself.”

“You know what I see?” Myrcella shook her head. 

“I see Princess Myrcella Baratheon. With hair the color of the sun and eyes as green as the southern sea, destined to be even more lovely than her mother, the Queen.”

“Now do you understand Little one,” Jamie kissed the top of her head, taking his sword back from her hands. “Robb Stark would be a fool to deny you anything. Even his love.”

(via robbmyrcella)

1AM
the king in the north and his queen [x]

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She hated him for killing her brothers.  Hated.  And Myrcella had never grown up hating anything.  It was a strangely singular experience for her, especially given that when she’d been younger she’d loved this same man.  And now, she was to marry him, in the hopes that their union would hold the splintering realm together.

She could see in his eyes that he wanted nothing to do with her.  He wanted peace, or Winterfell, or his father, but not her.  How strange, not to be wanted.  Sansa said she’d grow used to it, and she supposed Sansa would know, but Myrcella was unaccustomed to such a concept.  She was supposed to be wed to Trystane, who’d wanted her ever since he’d seen her, not this cold Lord of Winterfell.  And yet that was her lot.

But time melts even the coldest of hearts, and when the Long Winter faded away, there was warmth in her husband’s eyes.

(Source: crossingwinter, via robbmyrcella)

1AM

ASOIAF Fairytale Picspams:  Robb/Myrcella → Little Red Riding Hood

ASOIAF Fairytale Picspams:  Robb/Myrcella → Little Red Riding Hood

(via robbmyrcella)

12AM
theshewolfinwinterfell:

Robbcella Week ~ Fairytale: Little Red Riding Hood

theshewolfinwinterfell:

Robbcella Week ~ Fairytale: Little Red Riding Hood

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April162014
“i like cake all cake. Cake and me, we just get along” The Groom in this movie knows where it’s at (via thespanishking)
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