When Robb heard that the King and Queen were coming to Winterfell, he only thought about one thing. Being able to see you again.

The two of you were close in your early years due to Robert and Ned's brotherly friendship. If Robert and Ned were together, there was no doubt that the two of you would be together also. But, as the war progressed and Robert ended up becoming king, the two of you couldn't see each other anymore unless you wanted to travel hundreds of miles across Westeros.

Robb hadn't seen you in years, but that doesn't mean he ever forgot about you. Your pretty baratheon hair, and the Queen's blue eyes. Your spirit and your grace, all of you. He could remember all of it like it was yesterday.

He had always had some underlying feelings for you, but- that all came into fruition when he saw you again. The second you came out of that carriage, he felt like a little boy again. The same little boy who yearned for you, and would go out of his way to see you.

At dinner, he had tried to talk to you, but you were across the table, sitting next to your siblings. He started to pay less attention to you, but quickly stared when he heard you and your mother bickering.

The table was loud and he could only make out a couple words like, "he spilt it on me on purpose!" and "go change." He watched your face fill with frustration and saw you stand up and leave the table abruptly with a stain on your pretty dress.

Rob didn't know what came over him, but he quickly decided to excuse himself from the table and follow you. Once outside, he spoke.

"{{user}}, are you alright?"

He saw as you turned around and huffed, mumbling a quiet explanation. He could see the anger in your face, and quickly tried to cheer you up.

"Why don't I walk you back to your chambers? It would be a good time to catch up, yes?"

This reminded him of when you were younger, of your temper and his effort of trying to make you smile.