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Robert

"So may I ask who that beautiful woman upstairs is? She seems out of place."

Robert turned to the elderly man he had been drinking with for the past few hours. When he came downstairs after his exchange of words with Elia he felt like he needed a drink a long one at that. The elderly man was the only living thing apart from the tavern owner in this wretched inn. So you could say Robert had made a new friend.

"She is none of your concern." Robert said as he took a long hard swallow before smashing his tankard down on the table with a loud bang. "Only mine."

"Easy!" The Elderly man stuttered "I was only trying to make conversation …. I am sure a young strapping lad such as yourself can understand that?"

Coolly Robert eyed the old man. Many people in the Seven Kingdoms thought he was stupid but Robert had always been more observant than people gave him credit for. He noticed how the old man had been asking many questions since he had started conversing with him and that the man seemed nervous, too nervous.

"What did you say your name was? Oh wait you never gave it did you?" Robert shot at the man, now suspicious.

The man nervously licked his lips "It's Tom, may I ask yours?"

Robert looked Tom over for a long minute. Tom was small with a slightly hunched back and ragged clothes. What little hair he had left had turned grey and his eyes were a curious mix between green and blue. Robert decided that if the push came to the shove he could easily kill this man.

"Well Tom, I am sure you can understand if a young strapping lad would rather keep his name to himself on the road." Robert beamed his pearly whites at the man feeling smug when he saw the old man's teeth grind in annoyance.

"Oh and I suppose you would not think that an old man should keep his name to himself?" Tom spat through gritted teeth.

"No not really" Robert smiled, shrugging playfully. "I should think your cane would protect you."

"Why you …." Tom stood up making a comical sight with his hunched over appearance fumbling with his gnarled cane. "I will show you what this cane can do-"

"Now, now gentlemen. There's no need for violence." An accented voice that rang like bells came from the stairway. Turning towards the sound Robert felt all his anger and lust come back to him. There she stood, Elia with her thick black hair hanging down to her hips which were covered in the Orange silk she always wore.

Arching a thin dark eyebrow at the scene before her she slowly walked towards them, her steps graceful and her eyes taking in everything.

"Decided to join us have you?" Robert asked trying to make his voice sound indifferent. He had heard that women preferred men that were hard to get. Probably another lie Brandon had told but he thought he would put it to the test with Elia.

"More like I heard banging and decided to come down see if you were killed. I see that what I had hoped for has not come true." Elia said sadly her eyes the only part of her showing the malice she truly felt towards him.

Robert scowled "You would do best to keep your thoughts to yourself princess. There is only so much of your whining I can take."

"My whining why you-" Elia was cut off.

"Princess, did I hear you say?" Tom had finally decided to put down his pathetic cane and was now crouching at Elia's feet. "My most sincere apologies for the scene you came across a few moments ago. Your young companion can be very …. well vexing to put it lightly."

As Robert's large hand tightened around the arm of his chair Elia laughed, her beautiful dark eyes alight with amusement "You do not have to tell me that kind man I share the sentiment. Now please stand up I am not royalty."

As Tom stood up and looked between Robert's furious face and Elia's kind one he stuttered "Not royalty? But I thought you just said princess-"

Robert barked out a harsh laugh "I meant she is my princess. No one elses."

Robert stood up and walked past Tom's stunned figure towards Elia who was looking at him defiantly. As he came up behind her he rested his hand on one of her jewelled ones, his mouth coming close to her ear, breathing in the scent of her hair and chuckled lowly when she flinched at him being so close to her.

"Get away from me!" She quietly snarled through tight lips trying not to make a scene in front of Tom who suddenly looked like he did not want to be here any longer.

"No!" Robert snarled back his hand tightening around hers while his other one came up to grab her hip.

"As nice as it was talking to you princess or whoever you may be, I must be going." Tom said hurriedly as he grabbed his cane and walked as fast as he could out of the inn.

Elia who was too concerned with Robert to have even noticed Tom leaving snatched her hand away and turned on him "Do not ever touch me! The only person who is allowed to do that is my husband. Not an oaf such as yourself!"

Robert who's blue eyes had gone incredibly dark walked as close as he could to Elia without actually touching her, dipped his head down low until he was at eye level with her and growled "Your husband? Oh you mean the man who has a fondness for young girls and other men's women?

As he watched tears spring into her eyes he only felt a small bit of satisfaction before she snarled "As opposed to your betrothed? The girl who blushed when another woman's man gave her pretty flowers. But I guess I cannot blame the young fool after all she would do anything to get away from you! That I can understand."

Then she was whirling away her orange silks following behind her as she ran up the stairs to the room Robert had gotten for them both for the next few days.

As he watched her go Robert tried to stay calm but every time he took a deep breath all he could see was Rhaegar and Lyanna together and after that came thoughts of Elia and Rhaegar together. Both thoughts made his blood boil and before he even knew what he was doing he was throwing the tankard of ale at the stairway which Elia had long gone up.

Breathing heavily he looked towards the frightened tavern owner who looked like he was about to pass out. As Robert walked towards him the man backed away slowly as if some sort of animal was coming towards him.

Stopping just before the man Robert flashed a pearly white smile and threw down a silver stag on the tabletop. "How much for another drink? Also may I ask if you know of any brothels in the area?"

As the man nodded slowly looking relieved that he was not about to be punched by Robert's giant fist, Robert laughed darkly "Good. If you had said otherwise I would have gotten angry and believe me old man you would hate to see me angry".