thenoblehouseofdayne:

Your apartment in the aftermath of an argument with Robb was always a disaster area. Things strewn about, slammed doors, and messy or torn clothing. Tonight was meant to be dinner with his parents, and a disagreement had emerged over the length of your skirt, which had ended in his tearing of your dress, which had led to you storming off and locking yourself in the bathroom you shared. 

You could hear his footsteps approaching the door. “Y/N…” he knocked twice. “We need to go if we’re going to beat traffic.”

You sniffled, wiping your nose, and smearing your makeup further. “I’m not going.” You spoke with determination, though your voice wavered slightly as you spoke. 

“Don’t be a pain, we told them we’d meet them at the restaurant.” Your silence had him knocking again a few seconds later. “Y/N…”

“We’re not going until you apologize!” You demanded, throwing one of your heels against the door, vision blurred with tears. “You ruined my dress! You accused me of sleeping around! If you’re so ashamed to be with me, you can go by yourself!” 

He sighed, twisting the knob again, letting his shoulders droop as he lowered his voice. “I just want them to like you. My family, they mean a lot to me, and after the last few girlfriends, they might think you’re just another fling, and I don’t want that.” He felt partially hopeful as he heard your pensive silence on the other side of the door. “Can you forgive me? I’ll help you pick out another dress.” 

Slowly, very slowly, you approached the door, twisting the lock and leaning out into the hallway, staring at him with reddened eyes. “From now on, I wear what I want. They either like me or they don’t, I won’t pretend to be someone else for them.”

Excited at the prospect of moving past this, Robb agreed to your conditions wholeheartedly.