you are my sanctuary

Happy Birthday, theladymargaery! I love you so very much, and I wanted to make you something extra special for today. You're the most amazing best friend,  and I hope I created something you can watch whenever you like, whatever your mood! You mean the world to me, and I hope your birthday is incredible.

ladyrivendell​ asked Ella and Kit or Robb and Margaery

Her ability to deal with complex political matters goes hand in hand with her empathy. Not only does she listen to the plight of those around her, but she puts her every effort into trying to help. “She reminds me of you, Margaery.” None could ever doubt she is a Northerner at heart. She can be as fierce as her wolf, and when it comes to protecting her people she is unafraid to stand up to even the highest of lords. “She reminds me of you, Robb.“

The microphone is shoved in his face and he braces himself. He knows what's coming, and he knows he'll have to work hard to keep a level head. 

"Robb," the reporter says, as if they're friends somehow, "What do you say to the rumours that your fiancée is the reason you've decided to retire from racing?" 

Robb grits his teeth, takes in a deep breath and tries to picture something calming. Margaery’s face is the first image that pops into his mind. 

“I say that as I promised, I’m going to race one last time for my supporters. I’m going to win for my family,” Robb declares, “Then I’m going to retire from racing for me, so that I can live my life doing what makes me happy.” 

“Which is?” the reporter presses him, by now having to shout over the commotion. 

“Being with her,” Robb replies, giving a smile before he walks away.

Next Door

AO3 | based on this prompt | Rated M

It had started out as ordinary a day as any. Margaery had woken up around seven despite the fact that it was a weekend and she didn’t have to work; her internal clock told her otherwise. She’d made herself a quick breakfast of bananas in milk and taken her coffee back to bed with her to watch the news and work up the willpower to change into some normal clothing. It was only when she stepped out into the hallway of her apartment complex clad in workout gear that she noticed the sticky note stuck to her door – the sticky note that would end up throwing off her Saturday routine.

"Let us be realistic, Robb. I am sure it is a tale that has been told several times over ever since love began. A Northern prince and a Southern commoner... there is no way for it not to end badly." "What if it ends happily ever after?"  

Change is not always voluntary. Not long after an age of technological revolution, the continent of Westeros was plunged into the longest winter on record. Crops perished and the famine that devastated the land even reached the once fertile earth of the Reach. Some chose to brave it out in their homes and many died in doing so, while others travelled to the newly discovered territory further south in search of a better life. With an influx of people to what was termed by its people as Dorne, the Dornish themselves are fighting constant battles to keep their land and war seems to be looming on the horizon. In the middle of it all, two lost souls are about to meet and perhaps provide each other with a sense of hope. | Coming Soon | Robb | Margaery

“Why did you help me when I was locked up? I’m nobody to you.”

“You’re wrong, miss. You gave me something to live for... Someone to live for. In fact, I think you’re the one that saved me.”

storm clouds may gather and stars may collide, but I love you  until the end of time ♫

It is an absolute human certainty that no one can know his own beauty or perceive a sense of his own worth until it has been reflected back to him in the mirror of another loving, caring human being.

Stark

Margaery’s hand ran along the stone wall of Winterfell’s castle as she carefully tread down the corridor. The moon was high in the black sky, her only source of light while she navigated the twists and turns she’d become very familiar with over the past few weeks. She wore a small smile on her face when she reached the door of her betrothed’s room, quietly twisting the handle so as not to alert anyone with sharp ears that the Stark-to-be desired the company of a certain young man of whom she’d quickly grown fond.

Margaery thought she knew quite a lot about her husband-to-be. In her time in Winterfell she had learnt everything from what kinds of foods he liked to how he went about daily his routine, and she cherished how he seemed to be making an effort to include her in his life even before they were wed. However, it wasn't until one night when she was craving his company that she discovered his sleeping habits were some of the ones she liked best of all.