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Robb

"I don't see why your mother insists that we all pretty ourselves up for the King's visit," Theon muttered as he, Robb, and Jon lined up in front of Winterfell's barber so that he could shave their faces.

"Maybe it's for the queen," Robb told him, looking over his shoulder to grin at his friend and half brother. "I hear she's a beauty."

"Or for the princess." Jon told him.

"You won't meet the princess," Theon told Jon, nudging him. "If you think for one moment that Lady Stark will let her husband's bastard be paraded in front of the King's daughter you must be stupid, Snow. Ladies are not to be subjected to such things."

"But she's to be subjected to you, eh?" Jon asked, trying to hide the fact that Theon's comment had hurt him. "You're much worse than me."

"But I'm true-born," Theon pointed out. "And besides, I can't be worse than her brother. I hear that Joffrey is a royal prick."

"Ay," Robb nodded as the barber pulled him down in the chair in front of him and started to lather his face with soaps and oils so that he could shave the stubble that was growing on his cheeks and chin. "I've heard it too, straight from the Princess."

"In her love letters to you?" Theon teased.

"I wouldn't call them love letters," Robb told his friend. "She spends half her time telling me how much of an idiot she thinks I am. And the other half defending herself against me when I call her a fool."

Theon chuckled and shook his head, "And that is why Robb has never been with a woman before," he told Jon. "Being a prick works for me because I am not the son of a mighty lord. I'm but a ward. People expect better of you than they do of me, Robb. Tell me, are you still going to call her a fool when she's standing in front of you, in person?"

"I will if she's being one," Robb promised.

"I hope she slaps you across that smug, Northern face of yours," Theon told his friend, laughter coloring his tone as he imagined the scene in his head.

"I'd love to see her try," Robb muttered as he stood up from the barber's chair, wiping off his face and gesturing toward Jon, it was his turn underneath the blade.

"I've heard she's beautiful," Jon told the two boys as he sat down in the chair. "And everyone says that she's smart. Uncle Benjen says that she is something to behold, and he would know. He's been down to the capital and seen her."

Robb rolled his eyes, "She's as beautiful as her mother, but with Robert's dark Baratheon looks. And as clever as her uncle Tyrion; the two read and discuss books, she's fluent in several different languages and familiar with the history of the Seven Kingdoms. She is almost as good a swordsman and rider as her uncle Jaime, he has been training her since she was a young girl," he said, repeating his uncle's report of the princess from the last time he had been in the capital city. "Uncle Benjen is an honorable man," he told his half brother, "but it is practically treason to speak against the royal children. And he was just repeating the whispers from the people of the city, I'll believe it all when I see it."

"And yet you've got her description memorized," Theon pointed out with a smirk. "Careful Robb, I would think you in love if I didn't know any better."

"Not in love," Robb told both boys, "simply intrigued. I wonder if she'll live up to the rumors. I wonder if they all will."

"Arya's most interested in the Imp," Jon told them with a shrug. "You'll want to watch her when they arrive. You know the girl has no filter. And while, from the rumors at least, the King and the Queen have no particular fondness for the little monster I've heard the Kingslayer and the children all have a soft spot for him."

Robb nodded, Jon was right after all. If Arya were to say something it wouldn't be the first time that her mouth had gotten her in trouble. But this would be the first time that her tongue running wild would have such serious consequences.

-.-.-.-.-

Lenora

Her mother had put up a fight about it. She had tried to put her foot down. She had pointed out the impropriety of it. She had yelled at the King that it was not how proper princesses behaved. But Robert had merely laughed and asked his wife when their eldest daughter had ever behaved like a proper princess. He had a point. And because of it, Lenora had gotten her way.

Sort of.

She was not to ride freely. They were part of a large party, almost three hundred, but the King's Road was not always the safest place, especially for a princess without a guard. So here she was, sandwiched between Jaime and the Hound. Jaime had volunteered for the ride, the Hound had been graciously given to her by her brother Joffrey. In front of their mother he had put on a show about how he was worried about his sister's safety, but Lenora knew the real reason he had given her the Hound - he knew the man frightened her.

She was not to ride too fast. They were close to Winterfell now. They had been riding from Kings Landing for a month, but they were practically at their destination now, they would make it to Winterfell by midday. Her mother knew that Lenora could easily outride the large party, but she did not want her daughter to reach Winterfell before the rest of them. That would have been even more improper than what she was already doing.

And finally, she was to retire her horse and ride the last mile of the journey in the wheel house with her mother, Myrcella, and Tommen. This was so her mother's ladies could attempt to fix whatever damage riding had done to her hair and her dress before they reached the castle at Winterfell.

Lenora agreed to her mother's first two conditions. She would ride with her escorts; she could almost pretend that it was her choice, if she ignored the Hound and only spoke to her uncle then it was almost as if they were simply going on a ride together like they did almost daily. She would not ride too fast; with this many people on the road it would have been impossible to do anyway. Now, all bets were off once they reached the village surrounding Winterfell. This was to be her home, she wanted to make sure that she was one of the first to see it.

Which is why she could not agree to her mother's third condition. She would not ride in the wheelhouse for the last mile. She would not allow her mother's ladies in waiting to attempt to do her hair or clean up her dress. It was the same reasoning as for why she wanted to see the castle before anyone else did. This was to be her home and Robb Stark was to be her husband. She wanted him to know, from the first, exactly what he was getting out of the bargain. Besides, what was her mother going to do to stop her? Climb on a horse of her own and chase her down? The thought made her laugh.

"What's so funny, Little Princess?" the Hound asked her. He had called her that since she was a young girl. It had not changed as she aged, though she supposed that to the Hound, everyone besides his brother was little.

"I just imagined Mother riding on a horse," Lenora answered, a soft smile on her lips.

Jaime smirked and shook his head as he glanced at the young woman riding beside him, "I take it that you will not be riding in the wheelhouse to enter Winterfell?" he asked. The question was pointless, he knew his niece well enough to know her answer. He had practically raised her, after all.

"And miss all the fun of watching her try to hide her anger and displeasure from the Starks?" Lenora asked, her soft smile widening into a wicked grin. "Now why would I do that, Uncle?" She heard shouts up ahead and looked up, catching sight of buildings, lots of them surrounding a large castle in the distance. "Is that it?" she asked, glancing between the two men on either side of her. "Is that Winterfell?"

"It is," Jaime told her, his grip tightening on the reins in his hands. He knew his niece well enough to know what was going to come next.

The wicked grin was back on her face and she winked one of her happy, silver eyes at him. "I'll race you!" And before he could even answer her challenge she had leaned forward on her black charger, urging the horse into a gallop.

Jaime glanced at the hound and shrugged, "I hope Robb Stark has a fast horse," was all he told the guard before he clicked to his horse and nudged its sides with his feet, bringing it into a gallop so that he could catch up with the red and gold whirlwind that was his niece.

-.-.-.-.-

Robb

The scout had sounded the alarm. The royal party would be arriving within minutes. The courtyard of Winterfell was suddenly a flutter of activity. Everyone was trying to find their place while simultaneously being out of the way for when the royal party entered.

His family quickly assembled in two rows. Lord and Lady Stark and their five true-born children, well four, Arya was nowhere to be found, in the first row. Jon and Theon in the second. This was going to be the first time Robb laid his eyes on Lenora Baratheon in twelve years, he would have had his half brother and his friend beside him when it happened, but he knew better than to ask. His mother would have never allowed it.

"Where is Arya?" his mother hissed, glancing around for her youngest daughter. They would be here any moment and it wouldn't do to be missing a member of their family. It would be seen as an insult.

Before anyone could answer the small girl came running toward them, wearing a helmet on her head, no doubt to disguise her identity. "I saw them!" she exclaimed as she came skidding to a stop and Ned took the helmet off of her head, handing it back to Jon to get rid of. "I saw them! All of them! The King! The Imp! The Kingslayer! The Princess! I saw all of them!"

"Hush," Sansa hissed at her sister as the first of the party, the trumpeters and guards entered the courtyard. She quickly pulled Arya into her spot between her and Bran. "How could you have seen the Princess, surely she would have been inside a carriage. That's how ladies travel."

"It's not how I would travel!" Arya argued. "And I don't think it's how Princess Lenora travels either."

"You don't know anything!" Sansa argued back.

"Hush, both of you!" their mother ordered and the girls fell silent.

The royal visitors started to pour into the courtyard and Robb was able to identify many of them from his father's stories. Some of the first through the gates were Ser Jaime, with his bright, golden hair. The man with the burned face would be Sandor Clegane, the Crown Prince's personal guard. There was a woman between them, but Robb paid little attention to her, half convinced that she must be a whore that the stunted man behind her, the Imp Tyrion, must have picked up on the road to the North. Then there was the Crowned Prince, his hair as bright as his uncle's. But the large man who came in after them, he didn't match any of his father's stories. If it weren't for the crown on his head Robb would have never guessed that he was the great King of the Seven Kingdoms.

After him came the wheelhouse, where the Queen and her daughters and youngest son would be. They did not exit right away, the door remained tightly closed as two squires dismounted from their horses and carried a large stool over to the King's horse so that he could dismount himself.

The Winterfell party all knelt as the King slowly climbed off his horse and made his way over to Ned. He rose Ned up first, "You've gotten fat," he told him.

Robb glanced up, to see how the royal party took Robert's greeting. His eyes caught the gaze of the brunette who was still on her horse between Jaime Lannister and the Hound. There was a slight blush rising to her cheeks at the King's statement. It looked pretty.

Ned didn't say anything, he simply nodded at the large King in front of him with raised eyebrows. For one tense moment Robb worried that the King would punish his father for the insult. But instead Robert Baratheon threw his head back and laughed, throwing his arms around Ned and pulling him in for a tight hug before he raised up the rest of the Stark Family. He greeted their mother with a hug and kiss on the cheek before he went down the line of children, introducing himself to each of them. He squeezed Robb's arm in a familiar manner, probably to signify Robb's importance to the future of his family.

Once he had said his hellos he turned to the wheelhouse and nodded. The door was opened and his stool was carried over to be placed in front of the door so that the ladies and Tommen could climb out. Joffrey dismounted from his horse and stood, waiting patiently as his uncle Jaime dismounted and walked around to the side of the black horse beside him, helping the woman in the red dress dismount. Then, much to Robb's surprise, Joffrey took the young woman's hand and led her over to the Stark family where they took their places in the family line up. Robert, Cersei, Joffrey, the woman, the blonde princess, and the baby prince on the end.

"My family," Robert said, unnecessarily, but his voice was filled with pride. The Starks bowed in response. Robert did not wait long before he went down the line. "My Queen, Cersei," unlike Robert's warm greeting to them all Cersei held out a hand disdainfully to Ned and Catelyn and barely spared a glance at the children.

Robert moved on, walking behind the tall boy and clapping him on his shoulder, "My son, Joffrey." The prince looked bored, his eyes sweeping over the Stark family before catching on Sansa. Robb realized that his sister had caught the young prince's eye and he moved slightly, trying to block his younger sister from Joffrey's view. She grabbed his hand and pushed him back into his place, hissing at him not to be an idiot.

"This is my daughter," the king announced, his hand landing on the young woman's shoulder as he turned to smile and wink at Robb, "Lenora." The small brunette, her younger brother while five years younger already towered over her, sank into a low, humble curtsy to the Stark family.

Robb supposed that the king continued introducing his family, but he didn't pay any more attention. He could not take his eyes off the girl in front of him. He wasn't sure how he could have assumed that she was a whore, even for all her windswept hair she was so obviously a princess.

And she was beautiful. Her dark brown hair was tangled, he supposed it had been braided or piled on top of her head in some sort of up do, but most of it was falling in wild wisps and curls around her face. Her eyes were grey, classic Baratheon and were sparkling with excitement and a private joke only she seemed to know. That pretty blush was back on her cheeks. She was small, both in height and simply size. Her waist was so small, he could have wrapped himself around her twice and she couldn't have weighed more than eight stones, but he suspected she was closer to seven than eight. She held herself gracefully, regally. And even though she was the dirtiest woman in the courtyard, Arya withstanding, there was no denying that she was also the most beautiful. Surpassing even her mother.

He watched as Jaime Lannister moved in on her and whispered something in her ear. Lenora's grey eyes lifted to meet Robb's gaze for a moment and she bit her lip, the blush on her cheeks deepening before she dropped her gaze back to her feet.

Jon nudged him. "Uncle Benjen didn't know what he was talking about, huh?" he whispered, his tone teasing.

Robb shook his head silently, Benjen hadn't known what he was talking about.

He hadn't done her justice.

-.-.-.-.-

Lenora

The Stark boy had been a pleasant surprise. She had heard the entire month long ride to Winterfell that he was handsome. She had assumed that her ladies were just saying that to boost her spirits. But they hadn't been lying. He was handsome.

He was tall, but almost everyone was tall to her, and he was built like every young man should be. He was solid muscle, he looked hard, but during the afternoon she had caught sight of him playing with his youngest sister and brother Arya and Rickon, he was playful and gentle, soft. He had inherited his mother's red hair, but it was darkened by the Stark blood, both a dark brown or an auburn depending on how the light hit it. And he had the bluest eyes she had ever seen.

Blue eyes that had not been able to stop looking at her as he father made the introductions between the two families, a fact that her uncle Jaime and some of her ladies had pointed out to her.

But despite the fact that he could not seem to take his eyes off of her he did not speak to her. The welcoming party broke apart when her father asked to be taken down to the crypt to pay his respects to his first love, Ned's sister Lyanna. She knew she would get in trouble for it, her mother would already be angry at her, but when Cersei tried to put up a fight against Robert visiting the crypts so soon Lenora slipped away.

She wanted to see Winterfell, and not on some official tour. She knew that the Starks were to feast them at sundown, there would be food to welcome them and dancing to celebrate the official announcement of her betrothal to Robb. But that was still far off, she had an entire afternoon before she needed to be ready. And she hoped that maybe Robb would follow her, that they would get to officially meet far away from the prying eyes of the rest of the guests at Winterfell.

They had been writing letters to each other since that first one she had written when she was eleven. And she truly felt as if she knew the boy, she shook her head after seeing him she could not truly call him a boy. He was a man. A man she knew, but one who would not feel real to her until they had been officially introduced. To her disappointment he did not come to her as she walked, but she did run into one of his brothers.

He was her age, she supposed, the bastard. She came upon him in the stables where he was feeding and watering the royal party's horses. She stood, just inside the doorway watching him for a moment before she moved in closer. He was just starting to take the saddle off of her horse and he was so intent on his work that he didn't notice her as she moved to the other side of the horse and started to help. Maybe he assumed that she was a stable hand. She knew when he finally recognized her though, his large, calloused hand brushed against her smaller, smoother one and he gasped. "My Lady," he told her, stumbling away from both her and the horse so that he could bow low to her. "I'm sorry, I did not see you there. Can I help you with something?" Lenora smiled at him as she reached up to heave the saddle off of her horses back, "And now I've interrupted your work when all I meant to do was help you," she told the black haired boy. "I'm sorry." The boy raised his eyebrows at her, as if he thought it was stupid that she was apologizing to him, but he did move closer to her to take the saddle out of her hands. She moved closer to her horse and gently stroked the great charger's neck. The horse had been a gift from her father for her seventeenth name day, just a few months ago, she had named him Casterly. "You're Jon Snow," she told the boy, turning away from the horse to look at the boy. He silently nodded. She sighed, apparently he was not much of a talker. "My father didn't introduce you when we first arrived."

"I suppose that introducing bastards is beneath the King," Jon told her, his dark gaze lifting to meet hers for a moment before he looked away.

Something in Lenora's heart softened for the boy. She had thought him shy, but now she realized that he had simply spent his entire life hearing that he was not worth notice. "You shouldn't be," she told him. "Gods know my father has enough of them running around Kings Landing and probably the Seven Kingdoms over."

Jon snorted despite himself and smiled up at her, "Did you enjoy your ride through the Seven Kingdoms, Princess?" he asked, moving around her to gently lead her horse toward an empty stall.

Lenora shrugged, "We stayed on the King's Road the entire time," she told him. "So while it was more of the kingdom than I have seen before I will not be happy until I see it all. From Dorne to the Wall, and from Casterly Rock to the Vale."

"And everything in between?" Jon asked, raising his eyebrows at her with a friendly smile.

"And everything in between," Lenora agreed. She was silent for a moment, watching as the man started back with the other horses. "He talks about you, you know?" she told him quietly. "Your brother. He talked about you in the letters he wrote me. He talked about all of you, but especially you. I feel as if I know you already. He thinks of you as a true brother, you know?"

Jon nodded, Robb had always told him that, but it was nice to have it confirmed by someone else. He opened his mouth to say something else, but he was interrupted when her uncle Jaime entered the stables. "Lenora," he said softly, catching his niece's attention. "Your mother requests your presence."

Lenora nodded, she had known this was coming, she gathered her skirts in her hands and nodded a silent goodbye to Jon before she followed her uncle out of the stables, "No doubt to yell at me," she said as they walked across the courtyard toward the doors of the castle.

"No," her uncle told her, shaking his head. "She is much too angry at your father to spare any anger for the daughter who ran off and didn't follow orders, like she always does. It's almost to be expected of you now, a bit boring really."

Lenora smiled at that, only her uncle Jaime could be bored by the fact that she was always breaking the rules. "Well, with a role model like you and a protector like my father, who simply calls it spirit, how can I be expected to be any different?" she asked him, her tone teasing.

Jaime smiled at her, "All the same, I would hazard a guess that it will take hours to untangle your hair, so you had best get to your chambers as soon as possible. Your mother will forgive your wild ride and she will forgive your wandering. But she will not forgive you looking anything but perfect at the feast that is given to your particular honor."

...

She did not disappoint. Before the feast her hair was washed and detangled and then brushed until is shone. Her ladies had wanted to pile it on top of her head in a similar fashion to her mother's, but Lenora had argued. She was going to live in the North for a year and take a Northern man as her husband once she was of age. She would wear her hair like the Northern women did. So she wore it down, natural waves and curls tumbling down her back. The ladies had braided the hair around her face and pinned the braids to the back of her head so that it would not be in front of her face. The style suited her, it allowed the light to fall on her high cheekbones and highlight them in a way they weren't normally.

Her dress was of black fabric with red and gold accents, she wore the colors of both of her houses that night. And no doubt at her mother's orders, her corset had been tied tighter than usual that day, though the ladies did not confirm her guess when she asked them. Her waist looked smaller than it usually did, and her breasts were more on display than they usually were. It was harder to breathe.

But she supposed it did its job because Robb's breath caught in his throat when they met in front of the Great Hall. He was to escort her to her seat for the feast, and he couldn't keep his eyes off her.

-.-.-.-.-

Robb

Gods bless corsets, Robb thought, sneaking a glance at the girl beside him. They were walking into the Great Hall for the feast. The King and Queen had entered first to much fanfare. Then his mother and father followed by Joffrey. And then Robb and Lenora, followed by her younger siblings and his. They still hadn't spoken a word to each other. She had blushed at him and curtsied in response to his bow. And he knew that she felt his gaze on her, her blush kept deepening.

They were to sit at a table, just below the head table with the Stark children and the royal children. Robb and Lenora were supposed to sit next to each other. He remained standing until she was seated and then he took his seat beside her. They waited until the King and Queen had taken their first bites before everyone in the hall began to fill their plates.

Lenora was silent for a moment before she turned to look at him. "We are not supposed to be strangers," she told him quietly. She waited until Robb had turned to look at her. "Please," she told him, "you promised I would not be alone in this."

Robb nodded at her, "So I did, My Lady," he told her. "And just so, you are not alone. I am right here." He reached out and placed his hand on top of hers. She jumped a bit at the contact, but when she didn't move her hand away from him he gave her hand a gentle squeeze before he pulled his hand away so that they could eat. "Jon said that he met you in the stables after your arrival," he told her quietly.

Lenora smiled and nodded, "He was unsaddling Casterly, I meant to help him, but I think I just got in his way and slowed down his progress."

"Something tells me that you were a welcome distraction, My Lady," Robb told her. He tried to hide the jealousy in his voice. Jon had told him that she was not shy when they had been alone in the stables. His half brother had told him that the princess had been open, enchanting even, she had been comfortable enough to make a joke about her own father and his bastards even. Robb glanced down at the girl beside him, what he would have given to see that.

The brunette rolled those grey eyes of hers and shook her head at him. "Enough of this My Lady shit," she told him, her eyes narrowing into a glare. "In the last letter you wrote me you were brave enough to call me a fool when I told you that I wanted to ride in the tournament Father threw for my name day. If the man who wrote that letter was someone other than you, please tell me now so that I can marry him. Otherwise, it's Lenora."

"Lenora," Robb said, trying out her name on his lips.

The princess smiled up at him and nodded, "That's better," she told him.

They began to eat, Robb found himself smiling and laughing more and more as the conversation between him and Lenora flowed easily. She spoke in the same voice as her letters. Equal parts playful, intelligent, and teasing. She needn't have worried about them being strangers, Robb realized, they had known each other since they were eleven years old.

They were about half way through the feast when a glob of food flew across the table and hit Sansa on the cheek. Lenora's hair flew as she turned her head, trying to catch sight of where the food had come from. But Robb already knew, "Arya," he told her, shaking his head while he laughed. "That was Arya."

Lenora shook her head and laughed, "I knew I liked that girl. She was too dirty when we arrived to be boring."

"You've got her there," Robb agreed. He was about to tell Lenora some of his favorite stories about Arya, but she was reloading her spoon and his mother caught his eye, signaling to him to take care of her. "Excuse me," he told Lenora, nodding to the girl.

He got out of his seat and walked around the table, wrapping his arms around his younger sister and picking her up. "Time for bed," he murmured to his sister before he started to carry her out of the hall. He turned back to look at Lenora and smiled when he realized that she was watching him walk away, a soft smile resting on her lips too.

When he came back to the hall he found that Theon had moved into his seat and had taken Lenora's attention. "The Wall?" Theon asked, laughter coloring his tone. "You want to go to the Wall, My Lady? Women aren't allowed on the Wall."

Lenora laughed and shook her head, "I don't want to take the black," she told him. "Gods do you take me for a fool? I simply want to see it. I want to see beyond it."

"And what will you see North of the Wall?" Theon asked. "Wildlings?"

"And giants and direwolves."

"Well you don't have to go North of the Wall for that," Robb told her.

Theon caught sight of Robb and quickly moved away from Lenora so that her betrothed could sit back down beside her.

Lenora turned to look at him, her eyes wide. "What do you mean?" she asked. "About the direwolves?"

He would have told her, but the King had stood up and gestured that Ned should stand up as well. So instead he simply grinned at the girl, "I'll show you tomorrow," he promised.

The King waved away the noise, waiting until the Hall was quiet before he spoke. "Twelve years ago in Kings Landing, Ned Stark and I made an agreement. We agreed to unite our houses." He paused, glancing at Robb's father. "This was a pairing that had been planned before, between his sister Lyanna and myself. But the Gods had different plans for us." Robb looked at Lenora, she was looking at her lap, biting her lip. He realized how much it must hurt the girl to see her father dishonor her mother in such a way. He knew his father would never have done that to his mother. He reached out a hand and took hers in his grasp. The King continued, officially announcing not only the betrothal of Robb and Lenora, but the newest addition - Joffrey and Sansa.

And then the king clapped his hands together and the music started. Robb knew his part, he stood up from his seat and bowed low to Lenora, extending his hand out to her. Lenora placed her hand in his and allowed him to pull her from her seat to the empty space in the middle of the room. He let go of her and turned to face her. She was standing an odd difference away from him. It didn't make sense to him. She looked uncomfortable. He smiled at her, hoping to comfort her and then placed his hand on the small of her back, pulling her closer to him.

He did not miss that gasp that escaped her lips at the contact. Nor did he miss the fact that she pulled away from him slightly. He raised his eyebrows at her as he started to sway side to side in time with the music. For all her nerves and the awkward space between them she allowed him to lead, but her hands stayed down at her sides, as if she were unsure of what to do with them. He brought them around in a circle and then repositioned his hand on her back, pulling her in close again and giving her no room to escape. A blush tinted her cheeks.

"Are you alright?" he asked her, his left arm coming underneath her right, lifting both their arms up to waist level and bringing them back down. He placed his right hand behind his back and lifted their arms again, past shoulder level, and back down. One more time to shoulder level and down before he lifted their arms and sent her on a twirl underneath them.

She moved in closer to him and he placed her right forearm against his chest and shoulder, his left arm came to the small of her back again and the pair spun around in a circle. His fingers interlaced briefly with hers before he sent her on a spin all on her own, away from him for just a moment before she came back to him and they repeated the move on the other side. She nodded, just before he sent her spinning away again. "This is just very different from Southern dances," she told him once she had come back.

He held his left arm out to her and she placed both of her hands on his arm allowing him to parade her in one large circle in front of their entire audience. She was beginning to get the hang of the dance she took a spin on her own as he switched his hands and paraded her in the opposite direction.

She spun again and grabbed his hand, allowing him to pull her close to him, their chests almost touching, "Tell me about the differences?" he whispered before he gently pushed he away from him. This move was repeated twice more: out and in, out and in before he pulled her in to a proper dancing stance. He held her right hand in his left, his right hand was placed on her upper back, just between the shoulder blades and her left arm rested on top of his, her hand gripping his shoulder. "Tell me about them?" he asked her again, when she remained silent for too long.

She began to relax in his arms, even gracing him with a smile as he continued to circle the two of them around the room. "I would not say that the Southern dances are less complex," she told him, shrugging her shoulders slightly. "They're usually group dances," she told him, her grey eyes landing on the people all simply watching them. "There's less touching, only the hands touch." Her gaze lifted to his for a moment before they landed on Myrcella and Tommen, "I fear we're giving my younger sister and brother a shock."

Robb smiled at her, "Well then," he told her, "let's give them something to see." He twirled her away from him, underneath his arm. He allowed her to get as far away from him as his arm would extend before he twirled her back to cross in front of him, he switched his grip and allowed her to twirl out to the other side and back in. Once more to each side before he pulled her close, her back to his chest, his left arm on her waist, his right hand holding her right arm extended in front of his chest. She glanced up at him for a moment, a smile rest on her lips before she placed her left hand on top of his and relaxed into his arms. "There's a girl," he told her, his tone approving.

He spun her around to face him again and then they were circling around and seemed happiest when he was twirling her so he made sure to add as many of those in as he could. She giggled whenever her pulled her closer to him and each time he was able to pull her in a little tighter. He caught Theon's eye over her shoulder, his friend smirked, he seemed to be able to read Robb's thoughts. He shook his head at his friend and looked down at the girl in his arms.

"Do you trust me?" he asked her.

"What?" she asked him, wondering what that had to do with their dance.

Robb smiled down at her, giving nothing away. "Do you trust me?" he asked her again.

Lenora bit her lower lip for a moment before she nodded, "Yes," she told him.

Robb's smile widened and he readjusted his grip on the princess's waist, waiting for the right time in the music, waiting for the music to swell. And then, just to make her smile he lifted her up into the air and spun her around before he placed her back on the ground and continued their dance.

It was not a giggle that escaped her lips when he placed her back on the ground. She threw her head back and laughed. She had never had this much fun on a dance floor in her life, at least not since she was a young girl, dancing on her uncle's feet. He lifted her again, higher this time, just to get the same reaction again.

And then it was one more spin, straight into his arms before he dipped her, so low that her brown curls, brushed the floor as the song came to the end.

He lifted her up and bowed low to her as the people around them clapped. She gave him a low curtsy and then remained low until he reached down and raised her up, a very formal end to what had been a less than formal dance. Once she was standing she smiled at him for a moment before she raised her eyebrows and moved closer to him, to wrap her arms around him and hugged him.

And then, as if remembering her place she stepped away from him and all but fled out of the hall.

Author's Note:
Hello loves!
First off, I'm sorry for such a long wait for this chapter. I promise I wasn't holding it hostage. I went on vacation and decided to leave the computer and internet behind. It was magic, but I'm done now and happy to be back. So, first morning back in the states and I have an update for you. I hope you enjoyed it.
If you do enjoy it, please take a moment to review and let me know. I love reading what you guys think!
Thank you to those of you who reviewed on the last chapter!
Darth Hades: Thank you for your advice. I'm taking it and not worrying anymore! I'm glad you have enjoyed the story so far!
Ranger96: Thanks for the review dear! I hope you liked this chapter!
Boramir: I thought about having him throttle her, but even Robert is smart enough not to kill a Lannister so close to the end of the war. If you think about it Lenora was born while the Seven Kingdoms were still kind of on the rocks. He hates the woman, but he understands that he needs her too.
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Hugs and Kisses,
Chloe Jane.