Disclaimer: I do not own Games of Thrones. I only own my OC.

A/N: Anyone else sad from the House of the Dragon finale? Cause I sure did. I read Fire and Blood so I knew what was going to happen and I still got emotional. Now we gotta wait till 2024 for season 2! UGH.

On the bright side hopefully by the time season 2 comes out this story will maybe be done with the events of the first season. I say that because knowing me I'm gonna take my time as I usually do with my stories.

Writing the Tyrell siblings in this chapter was chaotic but fun. There's kinda a Chucky reference in this chapter. Odd right? A Chucky reference in a Game of Thrones fanfic but Halloween is around the corner. I've also been watching season 2 of Chucky, which has been good so far.

There is another mention of my House of the Dragon OC Tatiana Tryell. Very small though. See if you can find it.
I mentioned House Dunn in this chapter. House Dunn is a real noble house from the Reach but no family members have been named in either the books or TV show. So I had to get creative.

Also if you don't follow me on Tumblr I posted that there was someone plagiarizing peoples stories, and two of mine were copied by this individual. Thankfully this person's page on FanFiction was taken down. But come on dude, don't do that. It's incredibly rude. I'm just glad it was handled.

It's 4AM right now. Any errors will be corrected later.

"To the outside world, we all grow old. But not to brothers and sisters. We know each other as we always were, we know each other's hearts, we share private family jokes. We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys." – Clara Ortega

Chapter 4: Siblings Of Mine

Her older sister Margaery often got things to go her way because of her beauty and eloquence. Margaery preferred using her words, whether they be sweet or sharp. Never did she yell or use violence. Maeve admired her for that. She wasn't one for violence either, and if bloodshed could be avoided she'd take that option.

Growing up, when Maeve wasn't with her brothers, she went along with whatever Margaery wanted to do. Whether that be singing, dancing, or embroidering in the gardens. Truthfully Maeve would have rather been out riding or practicing archery but singing, dancing, and embroidering with her older sister did make it less boring.

Margaery excelled in all those activities, and over the years she only got better. Especially when it came to dancing. Though according to Margaery it was Maeve who was an excellent singer, way better than her.

Maeve, as it usually came to compliments, had a difficult time believing so. Margaery wouldn't hear any less of it. So whenever her older sister requested a song Maeve would push aside her shyness and sing for her. For it brought her happiness and Maeve liked seeing her siblings happy.

Margaery today didn't enter her chambers to hear Maeve sing. Not after the conversation Maeve had with her grandmother. The sixteen year old kept her calm. There was no point in being annoyed. Hiding wasn't going to last. Eventually one of her siblings was going to seek her out. It just happened to be Margaery.

Maeve glanced her way. She uttered a greeting before returning to the book in her hands. It had been doing a wonderful job in distracting her.

"What book is that?" Margaery asked after saying her own greeting.

"It's a book written in High Valyrian." Maeve answered evenly.

There was bemusement in Margaery's tone. "I thought you gave up on trying to learn."

Maeve had. A few months ago she tried learning how to read and write High Valyrian. It had been going fine but halfway she'd given up entirely when she tried to speak the language on her own. She realized her mistake in trying to rush the process of learning. It would take time, and dedication. Just as learning how to ride a horse was a process, though to Maeve it had been much easier.

"I changed my mind." Maeve turned the page of her book. "Besides, I need the distraction." Yes, she certainly did.

Margaery approached where she sat. Her blue eyes shone as they stared down at her. "If it is a distraction you crave come talk a walk with me."

And just like the countless times before, Maeve allowed herself to be gently dragged by the arm by her older sister. She was soon walking the familiar grounds of the gardens with her. The breeze felt nice and for a moment it felt like any other day at Highgarden.

Maeve should have anticipated the walk to be more than just a walk around the gardens with her older sister. That's why Maeve sighed when she saw her brothers Willas and Loras near shrubs of pink roses. Loras pacing like a madman in front of where Willas sat on a makeshift bench, cane in hand. She glanced at Margaery.

"Clever girl." Maeve murmured, not even upset.

Margaery smiled, taking her comment as a compliment. She patted her arm then let go to walk forward. Maeve followed because running back to her chambers would be ridiculous. It was better to get this over with.

Loras stopped his pacing when following Willas' gaze on their sisters. Willas nodded his head as a greeting while Loras stared at them, or rather stared at Maeve. He hurriedly went over to her, expression troubled.

"I heard about your betrothal."

Figures. Mave sighed. "Yes, riveting news, isn't it?" She didn't hear her brother's reply because she stepped away from him. Her head moved to the right and then left.

Margaery was puzzled by this action. "What are you doing?"

Maeve did one last sweep. "Oh, I'm just waiting for Garlan to appear." He was the only one of her siblings to be missing. He wasn't to be excluded, and she was right to think so. His voice announced his entrance in a magnified manner.

"Then don't look elsewhere sister, for I am here."

Garlan came from behind her. It almost made her laugh. Of course he'd appear in the direction she hadn't paid attention to. He took a seat next to Willas.

"So our little sister is getting married." Garlan amusingly stated. Maeve, who tended to notice the little things, could point out a tad bit of melancholy in his green eyes.

"Yes, I am to be married." Maeve confirmed quietly.

Loras raised his voice, almost causing her to jump in place. "How is it that I was the last one to hear about Maeve's betrothal?"

Maeve furrowed her eyebrows at her curly haired brother. "You were the last one to know?"

Loras frantically nodded his head, curls going into his face. "Garlan told me a few moments ago."

"And who told you?" Maeve asked Garlan.

"Margaery." Garlan answered, and huffed lightly. "And let me tell you little sister, I was just as surprised."

Maeve then looked at her sister. Her green eyes were sharp from curiosity. "And you?"

Margaery remained upstanding. "Willas was the one who told me. However, I've known for a couple of days now."

Maeve turned to look at her eldest brother who was calm as ever. She wished she could feel as calm on the inside as he appeared. "You…you knew before any of us?" She disliked the wavering of her voice.

"Aside from our parents and grandmother? Yes." Willas admitted earnestly. "Grandmother told me about the possibility of you marrying Lord Stark's eldest son a few months back. She only confirmed the betrothal to me a few days after your nameday."

A few days after her nameday? Maeve frowned. Oh what a lovely belated present then.

Willas hated keeping her betrothal a secret between his grandmother and parents. The only reason they even told him was because he was the eldest of the siblings, the heir to Highgarden. He needed to be caught up with whatever was happening. His grandmother made sure of that.

Based on the frown he saw on Maeve she was not happy with him. He would take her anger if she gave it to him. What he couldn't take was seeing his little sister frown.

When despondency took over in her youthful features it was as if the sun had been taken away, making room for darkness. She should be smiling instead, but smiling right now was probably a difficult thing for her to do.

At least there were no tears in his little sister's eyes. He hated seeing her cry. Was she close to crying though? Willas wanted to know exactly how Maeve was feeling about this arranged marriage. "How are you faring with this news sister?" He asked her with a soft tone.

Maeve, realizing she was frowning, stopped. She took a moment to fix her voice so it wouldn't betray her. "It is a surprise but I am well."

Loras scoffed. "Maeve there is no need for lies here. You couldn't possibly be fine. You're to be married to Robb Stark. You don't know him!"

Maeve wanted to cover her ears because of how loud he was. She caught Garlan covering his ears in a playful manner. It almost made her break into a smile.

"None of us do." Loras continued ranting loudly. You're to leave home to go live in an unknown place. Do you even know where Winterfell is?"

Very rarely did Loras irritate Maeve. The two of them had a special bond that outsiders could never understand. Even their own siblings at times couldn't understand it either. The two of them hardly ever argued, but whenever they did it was mainly because of Loras overprotectiveness.

At the moment Maeve was irritated not because of Loras overprotectiveness, but instead of the way he was making it seem as if she were some dimwit. Did she know where Winterfell was? What kind of a question was that? She was Maeve Tyrell. She'd been able to read and understand maps since the age of four!

"Yes brother, I do know where Winterfell is." Maeve answered, her annoyance displayed for him and the rest of her siblings to see. At that moment she looked a lot like their grandmother, the Queen of Thorns. "I am more than capable of reading a map." There was silence, with her glaring at him. Her vexation only faltered at his contrite.

"I didn't mean to question your intellect." Loras apologized, abashed. "It's just…" He was at a loss of words. How can a ray of sunshine such as his little sister live in a winter wasteland where there was barely any sun? Loras thought that to be a nightmare. "What if the cold harms you?"

Her brother's concern for her well-being made her annoyance lessen to the point of disappearance. Maeve kept her true feelings of nervousness hidden. It would only make Loras more upset and his pouting would worsen. She tried being collected by shrugging her shoulders. "I'm not so prone to sickness anymore."

"You say that but you have yet to endure the coldness of the North." Loras reminded her with a firm voice.

Maeve answered immediately, not deterred in the slightest. "I'll adapt."

"What if you don't?" Loras vehemently questioned.

"Then the coldness of the North will be my undoing." Maeve flippantly responded. It was a mistake to say based on Loras paling face.

"Do not jest about that."

Maeve pursed her lips. "I'm just trying to make this dreary conversation lighthearted."

Loras clenched his jaw. "By jesting about you dying?"

"I admit, that was a step too far." Maeve reached for his hand, and Loras accepted the touch.

Growing up all of her siblings looked after her whenever she got sick but it was Loras who refused to leave her side even when their parents insisted as night approached. Loras stayed by her side, taking a chaise as a bed after wrapping her up in blankets and reading her jolly tales. Then when morning time came Loras would still be with her.

Over the years Loras declared himself her protector, even after she outgrew her weak body. But as her grandmother told her, she wasn't that sick little girl anymore. It was time Loras realized that.

"I'll be fine, Loras." Maeve's soft touch remained on his hand for a few more seconds before letting go.

"Of course she'll be fine." Margaery agreed, fixing Loras a questioning gaze. "Besides, do you truly think grandmother would marry her off to a brutish man?"

No, in fact Loras didn't think his grandmother would give away their darling Maeve to a brute. It didn't make the thought of Maeve marrying to some lord any easier. What really bothered him was that he knew nothing of this Robb Stark.

"No but grandmother hasn't left Highgarden these last few months. Has she met him?"

"She will when we all leave for Winterfell in two months." Willas shared with his siblings, delivering the last sentence specifically for Maeve to hear. "That's when your wedding will take place."

Maeve's breathing hitched. Her green eyes widened. "In two months?" Leaving was a guarantee, there was no preventing that. She had the silly thought she would leave in a few months, not two. Two months was too soon. If she weren't surrounded by her siblings she would have fallen to her knees and curled into a ball.

Maeve wasn't the only one to not take the date of the wedding well. Loras glared at his older brother. "Of course you would know." He grumbled.

Garlan snorted. "This is Willas you're talking about. When does he not know anything?"

Willas grinned at his brothers. "Indeed." His grin disappeared at the sight of Maeve's wide eyes.

Maeve composed herself when she felt his stare. Willas opened his mouth but Loras wasn't done expressing his detestation for Maeve's betrothal.

"I say she should remain here in Highgarden."

"Maeve remaining in Highgarden wasn't always certain." Margaery reminded Loras for what felt like the hundredth time. "She's not a child anymore Loras. No matter how much you insist on the matter."

No matter how many times Margaery tried telling Loras this he wouldn't listen. Maeve to him will always be his fragile little sister. His little sister, who he would sneak around in the middle of the night with to get some sweets from the kitchen. His little sister, who enjoyed walking around the gardens with him and admiring the beauty around them. His little sister, who never ridiculed or judged when it came to him preferring intimacy companionship of other men.

She was a beautiful person on the inside, and unfortunately for him that beauty was starting to show on the outside. It wasn't until recently that Loras started to scare off more males than usual around her age whenever they held any festivities.

Maeve's nameday for instance had been tiring. Loras spent most of his time discreetly shooing away any non-familial males who tried approaching her. He might as well have been carrying a broom the entire time.

Now he regrets doing so. Loras didn't like thinking about his little sister marrying but perhaps if she had met someone during her nameday, even if details of a marriage were already spoken with this Robb Stark, she would've gotten to stay at Highgarden. It wasn't too late…was it? He had to find out.

"What if she married someone here at the Reach?" Loras replied, stubborn and pouty as ever.

Maeve raised her eyebrows at the way he asked the question, as if she weren't present to answer. Instead of annoyance she felt amusement. She let her siblings continue talking, watching as if she were an audience member watching a mummers play.

Margaery fixed Loras a challenging look. "Like who?"

"Please don't say you want her to marry into House Dunn." Garlan rolled his eyes. He brought up the House name because of an encounter he had with Lord Dunn's youngest son, Orvyn Dunn.

His son was only three years older than Maeve. The time Garlan spent with him conversing hadn't been the best.

"Orvyn Dunn came for Maeve's nameday." The skilled archer scrunched up his nose in almost the exact same way Maeve would. "He smelt of cabbage."

Maeve yawned, trying to prevent her giggling.

Willas tilted his head, curious. This he hadn't known. Trivial information he had no use for other than a good laugh when needed. Which he supposed he would need later on. "How does one smell of cabbage?"

"My exact thought!" Garlan exclaimed. "Horrendous odor of cabbage oozed off him, and his personality? Better question, where was his personality?" He paused dramatically, appearing to be quite the thinker with his pose.

"Perhaps cabbage is his natural scent. Hmm, delightful, have Maeve marry the man whose stench is of cabbage." The praise Garlan gave Loras was mocking, as was his smile. "Very good choice brother."

Margaery's blue eyes slightly narrowed at Loras. "Would you really torment our sister and have her marry him because it keeps her here at Highgarden?"

"Do you think me to be awful enough to suggest she marry Orvyn Dunn?" Loras clicked his tongue, chagrined. He disliked the way his siblings were approaching him with their retorts. "There are better suitors for her in the Reach."

"None of them better than Robb Stark." Margaery argued without raising her voice. Unlike him she had a better handle on her emotions. Even when upset she was able to speak smoothly. Come to think of, Loras couldn't remember the last time Margaery had shouted.

"We have yet to have an alliance with the North. Maeve's marriage to Robb would accomplish that. He will be Lord of Winterfell one day, and Maeve will be his lady wife. Therefore brother, can you with certainty name a better match for her?"

Maeve wished she had a book in her hands so she could hide her face.

Her marriage of course had a reason behind it. She wasn't marrying for land or money, her family already had plenty. No, her marriage was for them to have an alliance with the North. Something the Tyrells did not have.

No House from the Reach would be able to get them that. Even if she married someone from the Reach it still would have been for politics, not for love.

Perhaps the bond between her house and the Starks would expand to her marriage with Robb. Ideally a friendship between Robb and her once they met would be wonderful. Then with time perhaps their friendship could transform into something else.

The something else she enjoyed reading about, whether it be truth or fabrication. She devoured tales of epic romances because she knew once with someone herself it wouldn't compare. She thought it would be better to read about it as much as she could.

There was an epic romance in particular she often thought of. And it wasn't about her parents. Not that their story wasn't a good one to tell.

Truthfully, Maeve wouldn't mind having a marriage like theirs. Her parents' marriage wasn't filled with passion like the tales she read about. No, her parents' marriage was instead a solid one, with fondness in their eyes whenever they looked at each other.

Maeve would be so lucky to have that with her own husband. But being betrothed was nerve-racking, as what was to happen the night of her wedding. She expected to be a blushing mess when the time came.

Willas could see his sister's growing uneasiness. The hold on his cherished cane tightened. It had been a gift given to him by his father to make up for what happened to his leg. He owned several canes but didn't use them as much as the one his father gifted him. It quickly became his favorite because of the hawk head shaped handle.

The heir of Highgarden startled his siblings by standing up to his full height. Being the tallest of them had its advantages. He hit the bottom of his cane with enough force to silence them.

Maeve lifted her head quite a bit because of her small height in order to stare into her studious brother's eyes.

Willas' green eyes were so dark they might as well have been black. They weren't unnerving to look at, unless when provoked. Which happened very little. Being the heir to Highgarden meant he needed to appear composed and serious in the presence of non-familial members. In those moments his dark green eyes could come off as intimidating, except to his siblings.

Due to Willas' kind nature and injured leg he was more than often perceived as weak by outsiders. Maeve thought those who underestimated her eldest brother for his kindness, and injury, to be absolute fools.

The Tyrell siblings were no fools.

That was why Willas received instant silence from his gestured to Maeve who'd been listening with an expression he thought of to be amusement mixed with disconcert. An odd mix and the disconcert was overtaking the humor the longer he stared at her.

"Siblings, the only person whose opinion truly matters has yet to say anything."

The youngest Tyrell sibling's reply was faint. "I've spoken already."

"Maeve." Garlan solemnly called out her name. Up on his feet he stood next to Willas. "Please, say your piece on this."

Maeve blinked his way. Garlan was considered to be the most risible of her siblings. Even more than her. He preferred things when they were humorous, especially during their youth. At times he did go too far with his jesting.

Such as the time he pulled an unpleasant prank with her doll.

That's why Loras thinking of her as a doll was ironic. Maeve hadn't liked dolls since the age of seven. The prank Garlan pulled on her was the reason. He removed the doll she had been holding in her sleep and placed it on a chair beside her bed. The idea was to make her think the doll moved all on its own…and it worked.

Garlan laughed at her shrieks while the rest of her family, guards included, ran to her chambers. The chaos didn't settle down until Garlan explained everything.

Their parents punished Garlan by taking away his riding and archery privileges for two weeks. Maeve was rightfully upset, and although Garlan apologized, it took a full five days until she forgave him.

Garlan thought his sister's silence was worse than not being able to ride his horse or use his bow. His jocular personality remained but he never pulled a prank like that on her again. He jested, though his serious side wasn't hidden to the point where it didn't exist. Adding humor was his thing but there was no levity now. He appeared as serious as his eldest brother.

So Maeve would speak the truth now. Perhaps she should have done this with her grandmother but it was easier to reveal things to her siblings than her grandmother or parents.

"I'm nervous." Maeve admitted after taking a deep breath. "I'm nervous and scared. Of leaving home, going somewhere I've never been, living there, and marrying someone I don't know." Straightening her posture, the sixteen year old imagined her spine to be made of Valyrian steel. "But I have a duty, and it's one I will gladly do for our family."

None of the older Tyrell siblings said anything after hearing Maeve's truth. They each stared at her, not with pity but with veneration because of what she was willing to do for their family. Even Loras, who remained very much against her marrying, began to stare at her with awe.

"You certainly are brave." Willas complimented his youngest sister. His dark eyes at the moment appeared light like her own. "You may not believe it but you are."

Margaery glided toward the shrub to pluck a pink rose. She turned, facing Maeve. "Sweet sister, it is dreadful to think that in two months you will no longer be in Highgarden. We will accompany you to Winterfell for your wedding." Her expression became meaningful. "But when we part ways please do remember, winter yields to spring…"

"And when it does, the rose blooms once more." Maeve proudly finished, accepting the pink rose from her. Out of nowhere a butterfly of the color rose red perched on Maeve's hand that wasn't holding the rose. She watched in fascination as the butterfly flapped its wings, the ends brushing against her.

Butterflies of all colors surrounded the gardens but it wasn't often she saw one of this particular color. To have one land, especially as long as this one, was a rarity.

From a young age Maeve learned butterflies were beautiful sensitive creatures. Now here she was being graced by the presence of one on her hand. She smiled at the lightness spreading through her. The rose red butterfly brushed its wings against her before swiftly flying off.

The youngest Tyrell could overhear her older siblings talking again. The topic of her betrothal was to be brought up during supper with her parents and grandmother. There were other things mentioned but she no longer paid attention.

Maeve held onto the rose given to her by Margaery with care. Her expression untroubled as she watched the rose red butterfly until she could no longer see it.

He was looking at it again.

Never in Robb Stark's seventeen years of life did a piece of jewelry entrance him as much as the white gold locket he now had the fortune of having. It wasn't the white gold locket itself that captured his attention but rather what was inside it.

The portrait of his betrothed.

Maeve Tyrell, the youngest rose of Highgarden, was to be his wife.

Wife.

The word didn't leave a bad taste in Robb's mouth. Nor did it leave him feeling upset. His father couldn't be Lord of Winterfell forever. Eventually the responsibility of it would fall on to Robb one day since he was the oldest of his siblings.

Hopefully the day his father finally steps down will be years and years away. When that day came he would need to already have a wife by his side.

Thanks to his parents, and his future wife's family, a wedding was to happen.

Robb's eyes stayed on the portrait inside the locket.

Maeve. His betrothed name was both familiar and foreign to him. Just as she was as a person.

All he knew about Maeve Tyrell was what her grandmother wrote about her to his parents, and also how she looked, courtesy of the portrait inside the white gold locket.

The first time Robb opened the locket he thought perhaps they had given him the wrong one. According to his parents it was the right locket. The girl in the portrait was indeed Maeve Tyrell.

It felt as if Robb had been blessed by the Gods. The locket was in his possession for seven days now and it still felt surreal to him. This was no dream. He really was to marry Maeve Tyrell, an ethereal beauty.

Robb was intrigued by everything that was shown in the portrait. From Maeve's brown hair, to her smile, and even her fetching nose. Except it was her eyes he liked most. He could've gotten lost in her green eyes. The color reminded him of nature.

A marriage, however, couldn't be based on beauty alone. Beauty was just a perk. What really mattered was how Maeve was as a person. Was she truly as kindhearted as what was written in the letters by her grandmother?

Would Maeve treat his lady mother and lord father with the proper respect? What about his siblings? Would Maeve get along with them? He certainly hoped so because if she didn't the marriage would be a disaster. His family was his life and his future wife would need to realize that.

Robb heard footsteps nearing him. The stables probably wasn't the best place for him to admire his betrothed portrait. Next time he would go somewhere with more privacy. He stood up, making it seem as if he too just arrived. The white gold locket now safely tucked away.

"There you are."

His dark haired brother Jon came into view.

Robb took notice of his smile. His brother didn't smile nearly as much as Robb wanted him to. He could understand why. So he was glad to see Jon smiling whenever he could. He had an inkling as to why his brother was smiling.

Jon was doing his best to express his good wishes for his brother. The news of Robb being betrothed to Maeve Tyrell reached his ears. As it did to everyone else in Winterfell. After being told he went to go find him to offer congratulations in person.

He bumped into Arya along the way, and when asked if she had seen Robb she answered that he was at the stables. Not odd. What was odd was the other thing she told Jon. When Arya ran by the stables it looked as if Robb had been staring at a locket. As Jon stood before his brother there was no locket. Surely Arya had been mistaken.

"I hear congratulations are in order."

Robb nodded his head. "Thank you, Jon." Now that Jon knew it must have meant everyone else knew. He needed to prepare for the constant questions that were soon to be asked by his younger siblings.

"Were you told the news today?" Jon asked him. His smile wasn't as bright but his expression was profound with curiosity.

"I've known for seven days now." Robb admitted. For as long as I've had the locket.

Jon was about to reply when he heard Theon's thundering voice. The Greyjoy male ran over to pat Robb on the back. Unlike Jon who offered Robb a smile, Theon was fully smirking.

"The Gods are surely rewarding you, Robb. A Southern bride? Hmm."

After knowing Theon for all these years, growing up with him, befriending him, both Robb and Jon were aware of how vexing he could be. They were good at not letting his comments get to them, for the most part.

Not today though. Jon didn't miss Robb clenching his jaw at Theon's comment. He decided to keep the conversation going. "What do you know about her?" He asked Robb.

Robb sighed, relaxing. "I only know what father and mother told me through the letters they've exchanged with her grandmother." He answered, then stopped himself from reaching for the locket he had tucked away.

Jon was about to ask what exactly was written about her when Theon just had to respond. Not necessarily appropriate but Theon Greyjoy rarely ever shut his mouth when around the males he grew up with.

"I've heard so little about the youngest rose of Highgarden. But for years now I've heard tales of the beauty her older sister possesses. Margaery, her name is." He patted Robb on his back again, this time more roughly.

"Let us hope your soon to be wife is as beautiful as her. However what she lacks in beauty then perhaps she can make it up with how she warms your bed." Theon chuckled loud, obnoxious to the ears of the other two males. "That is after you first bed her. She is still a rosebud."

Robb stepped away from Theon, and in doing so pushed his arm away rather harshly. The oldest of the Stark siblings sent him a glare that was as cold as the Northern air. "Mind your tongue, Theon. Lady Maeve is my betrothed. I will not have you speaking about her in that way."

Jon watched with a frown. Theon at least had the decency to stop smirking. "My apologies, I'm just happy for you. Surely you want to go out and celebrate."

Robb already knew how Theon liked to celebrate. By drinking his fill at a local tavern and then visiting a brothel. Robb had only been to a brothel once. He stepped inside for a few seconds, saw something very indecorous, and then ran. He hadn't cared about Theon laughing at him.

Robb never returned there. Clearly it wasn't his thing, and it never will be. He shook his head. "I don't need to go out and celebrate. I can do so here."

Theon scoffed. "By doing what? Shooting arrows."

Robb looked at him pointedly. Jon shrugged his shoulders. "That sounds fine to me."

Theon merely rolled his eyes at them but headed toward the direction of the courtyard. It wasn't a brothel but he was good at archery, so at least there was that.

"Perhaps later you can continue telling me about your betrothed." Jon said as they walked behind Theon.

Robb nodded his head. He'd much rather talk to Jon about Maeve when other ears weren't around. Soon enough everyone would want to know about her so it was nice for the conversation to be between Jon and him. His brother, someone he could trust.

Jon smiled again before catching up to Theon. Robb lingered back. He reached for the locket, opening it to look at Maeve's portrait.

It was safely hidden again before anyone else could see by the time Jon and Theon called for him.

A/N: So we have Maeve who loves to read about romance, but is still on the shy side. Then we have Robb, a proper gentleman. He already thinks Maeve is a beauty but he wants to know more about her as a person. Both of them also want an amicable marriage. Oh trust me when I say their marriage is gonna be more than just a political one.