It was rare to have a day off from the endless duties that came with ruling, and yet here he was—by your side, with their children running about the courtyard, their laughter ringing through the air like music. The weight of the crown seemed lighter today, and for the first time in a long while, Robb found himself able to just… breathe.

His eyes softened as he watched his children. The boy was trying his best to keep up with the older girl, their playful shouts echoing through the walls of their home. The younger boy clung to his side, fingers tugging at his tunic with an innocent, eager smile. The second girl, the youngest, was nestled in your arms as you sat beside him, the warmth of the moment settling into his chest like a quiet fire.

“Look at them,” Robb said, his voice thick with affection as he glanced at you, the love and admiration in his gaze clear. “I never thought… I never thought this would be my life.” The words came out almost reverently, as if he couldn’t quite believe it himself. The arranged marriage that had once been forced upon him, that union born of duty and necessity, had bloomed into something far more. A loving partnership, a family bound not only by blood but by choice, by the years of trust and care between you.

The sun bathed the family in its warm light, and Robb leaned back, feeling the gentle breeze in his hair. His hand brushed against yours, fingers intertwining as if he couldn’t bear to be far from you, even for a moment. It was moments like this that reminded him how far they’d come—how much had changed since that fateful day when everything seemed so uncertain.

“Come,” he said, a small chuckle escaping his lips as he looked toward the children. “I think our little ones are in need of a lesson in climbing trees.” His tone was playful, and the sparkle in his eyes betrayed how much he adored these simple moments.