Pedro Pascal Character Imagines

King and Queen in the North (Oberyn Martell/Robb Stark)

Summary: Alia and her family take a trip to Winterfell to pledge their allegiance to the new King in the North. While there, Alia catches the eye of the young King.

A/N - Sequel to "Daddy's Little Princess." For the purposes of this one-shot, Robb never married Talisa. I also have no idea if this situation would actually happen in canon.

"Prince Oberyn Martell, Ellaria Sand, and Princess Alia Martell of Dorne!"

The three of them entered the room and strode up to the auburn haired man sitting at the head of the room.

Oberyn and Ellaria kneeled before him, whereas Alia continued to stand.

"You will kneel before the King in the North!" one of his men barked.

"I kneel before no man save for my father and uncle," she snapped.

The man stepped forward to force her, but the King in the North held a hand up effectively stopping him.

Robb had heard stories of the Pale Sand Snake. The most beautiful of Oberyn's daughters, but she was also deadly like her father under that pretty face. He found that he rather liked her bite.

Robb stood, his eyes solely on Alia rather than her father. "Welcome to Winterfell, your highness. I hope your stay here is a pleasant one."

"It is colder here than Dorne, but I suppose it will be fine," Alia said.

The three of them were led to their chambers and Robb looked over at his mother. She had a look on her face.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing. You seem rather taken with the princess."

"I appreciate her strong will is all. It's...refreshing."

Since becoming King in the North, many houses had come to him with their daughter's hand in marriage and Robb had rejected every one of them. He didn't want a docile housewife that followed him around and did everything he said. He wanted one with fire. Someone he could debate with.

Someone like the princess.

Robb found Alia in the courtyard the next day. "Princess," he said, bowing his head to her in respect.

"Your highness."

"I was wondering if you would like to walk around the grounds. Perhaps we can venture into the village."

Alia narrowed her eyes at him.

"We would only be gone an hour or so. On my honor."

Alia finally nodded and allowed Robb to lead her.

"How are you liking Winterfell so far, Princess?" he asked.

"It seems for fitting for a wolf like yourself, your highness, rather than a snake."

By the tone of her voice, he could tell she was homesick already. "Please stop me if I'm being intrusive, but was your mother from the North?"

"I fail to see how that is any of your business, your highness."

"You simply have the coloring is all."

Alia was aware growing up that she looked nothing like her father and sisters. In Dorne, it made her more exotic and her father had been turning down everyone who asked for her hand in marriage. He would not force her to do anything she didn't want.

"Yes, my mother was from the North. But I do not know her ancestral house, if she had one." As far as Alia was concerned, she'd always be a Martell no matter what.

"You know, you and I are not so different," Alia told him.

"How so?"

"You are not really a King as am I not really a Princess. Yes, you belong to a noble house, but you were not made King by divine right. I am yet another bastard daughter of my father's."

"I fail to see how that matters."

Alia turned to face Robb. "You are a good man, Robb Stark. Like my father. I think with you here, my stay in Winterfell shall be a pleasant one."

Robb offered her a small smile.

"I should be getting back before my father..."

"Of course. Of course. Have a good day, Princess. I shall see you at dinner." Robb took her hand and placed a soft kiss on her knuckles, before letting her go.

Robb and Alia took to walking around the grounds every day and every day he would ask her questions. One day he asked her what her favorite flower was and the next day her chambers were full of them.

It was clear to everyone that the two were developing into something.

"Lady Stark?" Oberyn asked at dinner one night.

"Yes, your highness."

"I think it may be time to discuss an alliance between our two houses."

"Perhaps it is."

The two adults looked to the dance floor, where Alia and Robb were laughing and dancing.

"I have never seen my daughter so happy. And I think it is because of your son." As much as Oberyn would hate to leave his sunshine daughter in this cold wasteland, Robb made her happy.

"Robb has been more cheerful these days. Your daughter seems to have the same effect on him."

And so Alia and Robb were married a fortnight later.

Her wedding dress was bright yellow. The only color against a drab backdrop.

"All hail the King and Queen in the North!"

It soon came time for Oberyn and Ellaria to return to Dorne and leave Alia in Winterfell with her new husband.

"You are a wolf now," Oberyn told her.

Alia shook her head. "I am a Snake and shall always be a Snake."

Oberyn felt his heart bursting with pride. Out of all his daughters, Alia was the one most like him. There was kindness, but a subtle darkness lived in her heart. "Remember your words."

"Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken."

Oberyn nodded and kissed her forehead, before wrapping his arms around her. It broke his heart to leave her here. The last of his daughters married off. His beautiful, gentle, sweet, kind, fair daughter.

"I will come see you, papa."

"Of course you will, princess."

Alia stepped back with tears in her eyes and hugged Ellaria.

"You will be happy here, little one. I know it." Ellaria kissed her cheeks and the two of them mounted their horses.

Robb wrapped an arm around her waist as she watched them ride away. She would miss her father and Ellaria, but she loved Robb with all her heart.

And Oberyn couldn't ask for anything more for his favorite daughter.