Pedro Pascal Character Imagines

Homesick (Robb Stark/Oberyn Martell)

Summary: Alia and Robb have been married for three months and the Pale Sand Snake is starting to miss home.

Alia awoke with a heavy heart. She rolled over in the bed, only to find that Robb was gone.

As the King in the North, she knew he had many responsibilities but right now all she wanted was for her husband to hold her.

After a few moments, Alia got out of bed and slipped on a simple dress. She went down to the kitchens and grabbed some bread before making her way out into the Godswood.

Alia and her family didn't believe in the Old or New Gods, but the Godswood was quiet and peaceful. Alia found the Weirwood tree and sat down next to the pool in front of it. She let her fingers trail across the surface as she nibbled on her bread. Alia was reminded of the time her father taught her to swim in the Water Gardens. She missed her sisters, no matter how annoying they were. Especially Dorea and Loreza, since she was so close in age to them.

"Mother said you weren't at breakfast."

Alia turned to see her husband.

He wasn't dressed in his normal regalia, but instead had a simple fur cloak around his shoulders.

Grey Wind trotted over to her and put his head in her lap. Alia laughed softly and ran her fingers through the direwolf's fur.

Robb sat behind her and drew her into his chest.

"I apologize, my love. My mood has not been cheerful today." Alia reached up to play with her Martell pendant.

"You miss your family."

"This is the longest I've been parted from them. I miss Ellaria and my father, the sands of Dorne, the sunshine..."

"I'm sorry I've taken you from them."

Alia turned her head to look at her husband. "I love you, Robb. I wouldn't change anything for the world. I am homesick is all." Alia tried to muster a smile, but it didn't quite reach her eyes.

Robb leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead, trying to think of the perfect way to comfort his wife.

A week later, Alia awoke to the sight of bright yellow flowers on her bedside table.

Robb's side of the bed was cold, so he had been up for a few hours at least.

A note sat nestled in the flowers. Come downstairs, my love.

Alia threw on one of her dresses and hurried downstairs. She didn't know what she expected, but it wasn't to see her father standing there with her husband.

"Papa!"

Alia ran to him and threw her arms around him.

"You've been married barely three months. Surely you did not miss me that much?" Oberyn teased her.

"I always miss you, Papa." Alia pulled away and turned to her husband. She smiled at him. An actual smile.

"I come bearing gifts!" Oberyn told her.

"Papa, you didn't have to!"

"Nothing is too good for my princess."

A couple of Dornish guards brought in trunks and opened them. They were full of Dornish fabrics, many of them covered in the Martell sigil. She also spotted a few with the Stark sigil, but in Martell colors.

Alia dropped to her knees and ran her hands over them. "They're beautiful, Papa." But the North was too cold. She'd never get to wear them.

"I thought you could have them made into dresses for when you visit us next month."

Alia looked at her father, confused.

"I've arranged for us to stay in Dorne for a fortnight," Robb told her.

Alia jumped to her feet and attacked her husband with a passionate kiss. "You are the most amazing man I've ever met."

"I can't take all the credit. It was your father's suggestion. It broke my heart to see my beautiful Dornish flower wilt here in the North."

Robb's words made Alia swoon and she was suddenly thankful they were already married because she would have fallen into his bed in a heartbeat. It almost sounded like something her father would say to Ellaria and all she ever wanted as a child was to have a love like they did.

"Who will take care of Winterfell?" Alia asked.

"My mother has already volunteered. Everything will be alright, my love," Robb reassured her.

"Can we take Grey Wind with us?" Robb laughed.

Her and Grey Wind were nearly inseparable.

"I don't think I could make him leave your side, even if I wanted to." The direwolf had become particularly protective over her in the last few months.

"Should I call the seamstress?" Robb asked.

"Right away. The sooner those dresses are made, the sooner we can leave."