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The update was a little late, because I had a major block and I didn't have much time to try and write, but now I finished this chapter and I have a more firm idea on where the next chapters will go.
Is there any character POV you think it would be nice to read? I am thinking about one or two who hasn't had their POV written.
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King's Landing – 299 AC
He is nervous that much is obvious with the hole he is going to burn on the carpet, but he cannot help himself. Varys had just warned him about how his father seemed to be talking an awful lot to Shae. He looks back at his wife, she is looking at him with patience, waiting until he says something, in truth he doesn't want to talk, it won't help them. He needs to think, needs to come up with a plan to not have them killed, he knows Sansa is important to his father but if Cersei thinks for a second that she can get away with killing the red head she will.
"What is it that is worrying you this much, milord?"
He winces unintentionally, everything is worrying him, especially the way his father was getting angrier by the second that his marriage to Sansa hadn't made Robb come kneeling to Joffrey and in turn House Lannister. He really doesn't know how his father thought that Robb Stark would swallow whatever the northerners feel and come to bend the knee.
"Tyrion" she calls him by his name making him focus on her face, there is a shrewdness that wasn't there before, something that he had saw evolving, especially since he noticed how she was watching Varys closely, watching him move and more importantly how he gathered information without seeming to do so.
He needs to trust her. He needs to trust her so that he can keep both alive.
"I had a paramour, well, she is a…"
"I know."
He pauses and she has a smirk on her lips, looking awfully glad at having caught him off guard. She demurely arranges the skirts of her dress but still looks glad about having gotten one on him.
"How?"
She waves her hand dismissing the question, but he narrows his eyes, he needs to know who could have said something to his father and if it had been Littlefinger that had been talking to her. He had come back after going to speak with the Vale and he had taken an interest on Sansa, something that he wasn't pleased about. Littlefinger gave Tyrion the shivers and that was something for someone who has Tywin Lannister for a father.
"My handmaid," at his face she shakes her head as if hearing his thoughts "she is loyal to us."
"To you" he cannot help but point out and she huffs rolling her eyes.
"You promised to keep me safe, didn't you?" he nods and her words makes his heart beat faster "Then she is loyal to us, we might have not… consummated" here her cheeks blush and he cannot help the fond smile to appear on his face "but we are married." She looks him in the eye and he nods sensing the seriousness on her words "Then tell me, what is wrong."
"Well, the woman" for some reason he cannot bring her name in front of his wife or is it merely that he doesn't wish to? "I was telling you about, Varys has information that she has been speaking to my father and we both know that that won't be good for us."
Sansa nods and he can see some fear in her eyes and he rushes to comfort her, putting his hand on top of hers, she grips his hand with ferociousness "What will we do?"
He sighs "Father wants to murder me, we all know it and now he might find a way to do it legally."
"What do we do, then?" she asks and he already knows the answer for it, but he fears speaking it. She is scared and is trying to keep her wits "Do you think our situation will improve once Margaery marries Joffrey?"
Tyrion shakes his head "The Tyrells are mad to think they can control Joffrey or my sister and father." He still knows that his first idea is the right one, he will have to talk to Varys and finally properly meet Sansa's handmaid and see if she can truly be trusted. Sansa squeezes his hand wanting to hear his plan, he gives her a sad smile "We must leave King's Landing."
She seems happy but also fearful, knowing that it will be hard to leave the snake's pit, she gives him a small smile "You must talk to Varys, I will try to keep the attention from both of you."
He can't help the fond smile from showing in his face, his wife may appear to be a demure girl, but she is growing to be someone who can control a situation, who can fool the best of them. He is also aware that they are making a particularly good team. He kisses the back of her hand before going towards the door, he must make a plan on how to get away from King's Landing, knowing that Varys probably already knows how to do it.
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He knew that at some point Tyrion would come to him, though he hadn't been expecting it to be so soon. It hadn't been long that he had learned that Sarella Sand was acting as handmaid to Sansa under a very different name and he had felt a little chagrined to have taken so long to know about it and it had been her that had come to him, after her sister had told her who their ally was on King's Landing.
The little snake had been helpful to make a plan for an escape and she had been very adamant about not joining them, saying how it wasn't the right time and she had more to do in Westeros. Varys knows that should they make an escape from King's Landing they will not be going to any other place in Westero their only alternative will have to go towards Essos, towards Daenerys.
He also knows that for Daenerys to accept them, well, Tyrion she will need Visenya to confirm that the Lannister can be trusted.
"I have a plan, but I can't tell you" Tyrion frowns at Varys' words, why can't he know? Varys rolls his eyes at Tyrion "This plan involves more people than just you and me and it is better if only one knows that way no one will be suspicious." He looks Tyrion dead in his eyes so the other man knows that he is not lying "I will take us safely out of King's Landing."
"Us?"
"People are aware we do not despise one another, they will look at me for answers and I much rather not be here when your father and sister are trying to find it. Besides for my plan to work I must be with you two." He knows how terrible Tyrion will feel about not knowing anything about it, but he cannot risk it. When it is closer to the plan to actually happening he will divulge certain details.
He smiles when Tyrion doesn't need to be dismissed, leaving his study swiftly. He sighs picking up his quill, he must write at once to Visenya Martell, they will need to coordinate everything.
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The Twins – 299 AC
"Do you wish to speak with her first?"
Visenya frowns at his question and she shakes her head, continuing on their path to the place where Tyene was being kept. "She brought this upon herself" her tone is unyielding, but he knows how much this is affecting her.
He puts his hand on her arm stopping her from walking, she raises her chin defiantly and he caresses her cheek "She is still your sister." He reminds her and he can see her struggle in maintaining her strong façade, he steps closer to her and she seems to decide to show him her true feelings, face coming to rest a bit more on his hand, her eyes dropping to the floor and then she is bare to his eyes.
She is no longer Princess Visenya, commander of her troops, right hand to Queen Daenerys Targaryen. She is only Visenya a woman who is dealing with a war coming at her in all fronts. "I can't think about that right now" she admits, closing the distance between them, resting her face on his chest, he doesn't hesitate in putting his arms around her.
"You want to be impartial" she nods and he sighs "you know that won't be possible." She shakes her head and looks up at him a small smile in her lips.
"I didn't just ask you to come so it would please your lords, but because you will be impartial, you will know if we should trust her."
His heart explodes at her trust in him and he can see that she is speaking the truth, she is not saying it to please him. He sighs "And if I think she isn't to be trusted?" she closes her eyes and he knows it is to hide the pain in thinking her sister might be betray her, her hands grips the front of his coat and when her eyes open he can see resolution there.
"Then she will not be trusted." He searches for a lie in her face, but there is only truth. He knows how much she is careful in not doing anything that might put at risk their alliance with the North and she knows that if he doesn't trust in her sister to be on their side and not only on Daenerys' side it will put a strain in the alliance.
He leans in to her, not caring that they are in open view should anyone pass on this corridor, he is pleased to see that in that moment she doesn't care as her eyes close and she leans in to him, lips meeting his. This is the sweetest kiss they have shared, is not over bottled emotions or about proving their passion to the other, is about comfort, about support. She nibbles his bottom lip as she has shown to be fond to do before pulling away from him.
It is his favorite color of purple that her eyes turn when she opens her eyes, she sighs before stealing a peck from him, her eyes never leaving him "Thank you" he nods before kissing her forehead and after he puts her hand back to his forearm, they continue to walk towards the room where Tyene is.
As they turn right at the corridor they see a soldier in front of the door. When the man sees them he bows in respect "Please open the door and wait at the end of the corridor, I do not want anyone nearby." The dornish soldier obeys her orders quickly. Robb cannot help but squeeze her hand in comfort, before they enter the room.
Visenya's shoulders tense at the sight of a blonde woman, sitting near the lit fireplace. Her sister is wearing a modest dress, her blonde hair falling in ringlets down her shoulders and back, her blue eyes looking at them and there is certain innocence around her persona that he cannot help himself in thinking that Visenya was wrong in worrying about her sister, she did not seem one for treachery.
When Visenya sits in front of her and he opts to stand by her side, he sees Tyene's blue eyes narrowing slightly on them and she places her hands demurely on her lap as if trying to take the attention off of her narrowed eyes.
"Sister." Tyene is the first to speak and Visenya merely inclines her head and makes no offer in presenting Robb to the other woman, he follows her example and keeps his lips shut, even if property orders him to present himself to Tyene.
"What are you doing here, Tyene?"
Innocently Tyene answers her looking very honest in her answer "You three are heading to war and I was supposed to stay behind?" Robb can see tightness in her hands as she speaks and when Visenya remains silent she continues, her tone changing some, becoming harder "I can fight as much as you three do."
Visenya chuckle is disbelieving that much he is certain, she is not buying anything her sister is speaking to her "Let's not play games, sister" she hisses and Robb sees the way Tyene's eyes harden "you are here for Arianne."
"It hurts me that you'd think that."
"This is not a situation for you to play around, sister" Visenya is clearly angry and Robb has to hold himself to not put his hand on her shoulder to comfort her "We are in the middle of a war."
"I know that" Tyene hisses dropping her pretense of innocence "This is a war that Arianne should be part of, this is her army."
He cannot help himself when he sees the flinch that her words bring Visenya "This is Doran's army and by their allegiance to Queen Daenerys it makes his men Daenerys' men."
When Tyene's eyes turn to him, Visenya bristles "Hold your tongue sister, I would have no sway to what the North chose to do should you disrespect their king."
Tyene goes back to her sister and her lips turn cruelly upwards "What would father or Daenerys say when they see how close you are to the King in the North?"
Visenya merely raises her chin defiantly "This does not concern them and it is not an issue to our alliance with the North" Visenya leans closer to her sister "what troubles me is how you and Arianne were stupid to make this move" Tyene opens her mouth to defend herself but Visenya doesn't let her finish "you coming here is enough proof for Tywin to formally accuse Dorne, it is enough for father and Doran to show their hands quicker than they would have wanted. Do you realize the stupidity of it?"
Robb sees how the other woman remains silent and so Visenya carries on "Obara and Nymeria reminded me that your knowledge of poisons could be something we use, but I do not know if I trust you here. You and Arianne are far too suspicious of me for me to let you roam free." Quickly she chances a look at Robb "If I knew you came with the intention you claim I would give the North my word, but I do not trust you and so you will await what Dorne and the North conclude of your case."
Tyene seems speechless "I – I am your sister!"
"Yes, but you didn't follow father's orders, you followed Arianne's. That was your first sign of insubordination, what will be your next insubordination? Will you try to go against me only for undermine my command so Arianne can prove herself? These questions is not something I can have at war" Visenya raises coming to stand beside him "I love you Tyene, if it was anyone else you wouldn't be locked in a comfortable room, you would be beside Lord Frey."
"Aren't you a snake, where is your allegiance to your own family?"
"I know with which family lays yours" Visenya answers putting her hand in his arm and he leads her to the door, they both hear the aggravation noise that Tyene makes as the door closes behind them.
Robb turns to her after they are far from the room "We will discuss it with our lords in the morning" she nods gratefully that he will not push her to speak of the matter today. There was still dinner to be had and they will have other matters to resolve, the battle against the Lannisters which looms close, what they will do with Lord Frey and who will inherit the Twins.
Tyene will have to wait.
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As Visenya lies in bed she thinks about the day's events, she was glad to see her sisters, even Tyene who could jeopardize everything she had been working on with the North. Robb's lords had been pleased that their King had been with her when she went to see her sister and where reassured that no action had been taken without discussion.
In a few days' time they will meet against Lannister's troops, they had information that Lord Tywin was travelling towards Harrenhall, that Jaime was going to march their forces towards Riverrun and it was imperative that Robb marched towards them to help his uncle in securing the Riverrun seat. It was plain to see that Catelyn was worried about her brother and her father who they had learned was ill.
They had all agreed that Stevron if he bent the knee and was loyal to them would inherit the Twins and it was his decision to what do with his father. Visenya was sure he would not kill the old man, but he would leave him imprisoned, probably for a few more days in the cold cells knowing that in his father's frail age he would not hold for much on his stay there and when he is released to be locked in his bedroom his fate will already be sealed.
She fingers the letter she had been holding on to since Obara had given her, it wasn't from Oberyn, she knew he could not write anything because there was always a probability that Obara and Nymeria were going to be intersected by Tywin. It was a letter from Daenerys, from what her sister said it was two weeks old, no one had opened knowing that it wouldn't contain anything that would change their plans.
Nervousness courses through her veins, Tyene's words coming back to her mind 'what would Daenerys think of it?', she doesn't know what would be her queen's reaction for her and Robb growing affection, though she thinks Daenerys would want her to happy, to choose a man who she loves and not have anyone choose it for her, like Daenerys' brother did to her. She opens the letter, her eyebrows going to her hairline as she reads it.
Dear, Nya.
I am currently in Meeren and I am proud to say that I have taken the city and am now its Queen. The slaves have been freed and I am confident there will be no more Slaver's Bay, not under my watch.
You must be wondering if I will extend my stay here and I will assure you that I will not, I am already working on details to have the city under someone I trust and that will continue my wishes, but it is Westeros that my heart earns, it is the city of my ancestors that my blood calls me to.
I do not know if you have heard about certain rumors about me, though some are untrue I will relay to you the truthful ones and what I can put in a simple letter.
You were right to call me the true dragon as I am a proud mother of three dragons that grow with each day. Drogon I am sure is Balerion reborn, he is my fiercest protector and is already so big that I can ride on top of him – I am still learning how to do it, but I have already came to great lengths with him. Rhaegal and Viserion are much more docile than their brother.
There is much I wish to discuss with you, once you have everything settled in Westeros I wish for you to come to Essos. Certain subjects cannot be put in paper.
I miss you.
Dany.
PS: It takes a dragon to know another.
Her heart stops beating and she rereads the letter to see if she was carelessly in her reading, but as she reads it for the third time she doesn't see her mentioning her son or Drogo. Daenerys had even named one of her dragons after her husband, the other names where obviously of her dead brothers and Visenya can only come to one conclusion to it all.
Drogo and Daenerys child is dead.
Visenya curls in her bed, knees pressed to her chest and let's tears fall from her eyes. She cannot imagine the pain that Daenerys must have felt, she remembers her friend softly caressing her belly and speaking in valyrian to the unborn child, Rhaego, how she would smile when Drogo would put his hand on her stomach and call their son the stallion who mounts the world. She doesn't try to stop the sob from coming through her lips, she should be with her friend, she should have been there when everything happened. Visenya only knows that she will have to do everything in her power so that Daenerys seats on the Iron Throne.
She can feel herself chocking in sadness, she had loved Rhaego even without ever seeing him, he would have been the first Targaryen in so many years to be borne in Essos again, she was sure he would have been a dragon like his mother. It would have been a new beginning to the Targaryens with the birth of the stallion who mounts the world.
The gods can be cruel, she had only hoped that they would have given Dany some respite.
She clutches the letter to her chest and more tears fall from her eyes knowing that she will have to call for her father, he will need to be here to lead the army as the war prolongs, she will have to leave Robb. She cries harder knowing that she should have never grown close to the King in the North, she should have never let herself fall for him, it will never be meant to be.
She lets the sorrow consume her for the night, thinking about her sister's possible treachery, for the pain her friend must be feeling, for never being able to meet Rhaego or speak again with Drogo and for having to leave Robb, a man who she is sure she is in the way of loving him.
Tomorrow she will pick up the spear again, tomorrow she will be Princess Visenya, now, now she is only Visenya who is feeling the weight of the world on her shoulders.
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Dragonstone – 299 AC
"What do you see?" Stannis asks to Melisandre, he sees her pursued lips and the way she frowns at the flames. She shakes her head at something she sees in it and it makes him nervous, he asks again and it seems to bring her back to their plain of existence.
She takes a deep breath and Stannis watches through narrowed eyes, he is never sure if she does it because she is going to tell him everything or she is going to omit something to him.
"Nothing of interest, milord"
He grabs her arm turning her to face him "You made me lose my fleet and weeks ago you were speaking that the true war is not here, that it was in the north" he hisses, feeling his blood boil, he hates to feel at loss of what to do, of what path his consciousness wants him to lead – his consciousness is her now and she is not leading him into a good path. "You saw something in the flames, tell me!"
She watches him with her bottomless blue eyes, reading him as if she is looking at her flames "Is it Oberyn's true born?" he asks unnerved at the way she is still staring at him. He knows that the Martell woman had been on some of the flames Melisandre had read, she had been a little surprised with the other woman's appearance in her visions.
"In parts" she answers, her voice hollow as if she is still in a trance and he wants to shake her but instead he drops his grip on her arm and takes a step back as if reminding himself of who he is and that he isn't Robert, he doesn't treat woman this way. "She is making herself a top player in this war."
He pinches the bridge of his nose "Must I worry about her?" he hears Melisandre hum and when looks back at her she is looking again at her flames. He pinches the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming. He wants answers and he wants everything that Melisandre promised him, but the red witch was not being forthcoming and it had been this way for a while now.
He truly doesn't know how much of her enigmatic answers he will be able to take.
"Milord," he hears her calling him, but he doesn't look at her, feeling much calmer looking at the crashing waves from his window "the true battle still lies in the North" he sighs having already heard that from her, but it was not a battle against the King in the North that she was taking him to, no, it was further north, north of the wall.
She comes to him and he hates how he calms with her hand on his shoulder, of how much she can influence him with only a touch. Even then, he turns towards her, loosing himself in her blue eyes "It is there on the flames, milord, on the true north you will be crowned Azor Ahai."
It warms his heart and he knows it must be what she had wished it would do and he cannot do anything but answer to the press of her lips upon his, he cannot help himself as he tears her dress from her body nor does he tries to stop himself from making his way towards his bed.
He knows with certainty that Melisandre hides more than she tells him, but right now as she drags kisses down his body as she takes his clothes off, he doesn't bring himself to care. At least he is comforted that he had seen some of what she has said to him, his destiny lies beyond the crashing waves of Storm's End or Dragonstone.
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The Twins – 299 AC
Robb narrows his eyes at the older man seating across from him, his lords were sitting around the room along with Visenya's lords and sisters. Visenya is sitting by his right side and he was pleased by it, it would be good for his people to grown accustomed occupying that seat. "What is your answer Lord Stevron?"
The man's grey eyes look quickly towards Visenya before coming to rest again on his blue ones "Can I trust in your word?" he asks shrewdly "After all, you had invaded our home before we knew what had happened."
"We did not break faith if that is what you are implying Lord Stevron, your father never extended that nicety to us."
The weasel looking man opens his mouth to speak but Visenya speaks before he can "I feel required to remind you, Lords Stevron, that you father wished to betray King Robb and deliver him to Tywin" Robb sees the man flushing in shame "and he made such threat to the King and me yesterday."
"I will ask you again Lord Stevron, will you assume your father's seat, promise to honor your duties to house Tully and bend the knee to Queen Daenerys?"
Stevron looks at Visenya and from the corner of his eye he sees Visenya relaxing her posture "Queen Daenerys is the rightful heir to the throne and she will be a great queen to Westeros."
"Then why isn't she here?"
Visenya gives him a small smile "She gathered an army in Essos and she is freeing slaves from Slaver's Bay." She gets up from beside Robb and even surrounded by men he trusts he cannot help but tense as she steps close to Stevron "I know you must wonder 'why is she worrying about slaves on Essos, if her people are here?' Daenerys does not tolerate injustice anywhere. Isn't it better to have a queen who freed people of enslavement than a child king who believes people to be expandable?"
Visenya puts her hand on Stevron's shoulder and Robb has to suppress a smirk as the man flinches, obviously recognizing her to be dangerous "Make no mistake Lord Stevron while Daenerys is not here in body I am, she is aware of everything that happens in this realm and I must remind you of my blood ties to House Targaryen."
The man chuckles "Fire and Blood then? Though there aren't any more dragons to deliver the threat."
Visenya's smile is predatory, but it quickly disappears to something more peaceful "I do not want to threaten you more than you already feel to be, I wish for you to honor the pledge your family made to House Tully and the true royal family, it will be with you and not by your father's hand that the Frey House will be brought to greatness, it will be under Daenerys rule that this will happen."
Visenya takes a few steps back, her eyes never leaving Stevron's. The older man gets up only to drop to one knee in front of her, her laugh is twinkling and it makes shivers run down Robb's spine "You do not bend the knee to me ser, that is an honor reserved only to Queen Daenerys Stormborn Targaryen." She offers him her hand and he takes it only for her to turn their hands into a handshake.
"You have my word, my sword and my men, princess." Stevron pledges to Visenya and Robb cannot help but be mesmerized by the image. Visenya doesn't look like a princess, she is every bit a queen, even if she won't believe in him should he point it out to her. He looks around the room then and he sees reflected in his lords' eyes that they have seen the same thing he had seen a long time ago.
At the end of the room his eyes find his mother's blue orbs. Her mouth is lightly parted as if surprised with what she is seeing and he remembers their discussion not long ago.
"Walder Frey won't forget this" his mother says for what feels like the hundredth time and he sighs wanting to end the subject, he thinks everything went accordingly, none of his men were lost in the taking of the Twins, they have safe passage and if Stevron agrees to bend the knee to Daenerys and swear again to House Tully it will all be as it should. There is also the positive point that it looks like the rest of the Frey house is not contrary in having the oldest sibling as its lord.
"Mother, you have seen the letters, he would've betrayed us there is nothing incriminating his son, then consider this a victory" he says trying to control his annoyance at her to continue discussing this "Walder Frey can do whatever he pleases inside his dark cell or to whatever place his family chooses to send him to, he no longer has power over his own house." Robb sits at the chair in front of his mother and urges with his eyes for her to drop the subject.
"You must not let the brashness of that Martell girl rub off on you" Catelyn snaps, eyes widening as if not believing what she had just said. Robb sits straighter, he doesn't know if he is angrier at her for making it seem like he is Visenya's puppet or for questioning the woman who has been helping him the most. There is no reason to put doubt in Visenya's actions, everything she had planned alongside him was fruitful, she had never tried to take the decisions from his hands, every decision that they arrived to was after hours of disagreement and arguments until a better plan was forged. He can call at any of his lords and they will say the same thing as they had seen such action taking place.
"I am not being brash, mother." He hopes his mother hears his warning, she might be his lady mother but he cannot allow anyone to question him quite blithely. He is glad that any interaction he has with his mother is upon close quarters, should someone of his army see his mother speaking to him like this it would undoubtedly make them think that they can do as she does.
"I am doing what is better for us to win this war; it was always the plan to take down Walder from his post" he tells her calmly. Catelyn sees Ned in Robb's stony features, his blue eyes so different from her lord husband's grey eyes now it looks exactly as a blizzard as his father's had a tendency to become once he had made his mind and would not allow anyone to cross him, whatever else he is going to say will go, she won't be able to try and change his mind "Do not speak of Visenya in that way, mother, she is a Martell Princess and our ally."
Catelyn had noticed the way her son is protective of Oberyn's true born, she had thought that it would be a passing feeling as she was the only woman around camp who he could speak to, because he most certainly wouldn't speak to the camp followers.
She hated to admit but she had been glad that Jon and Theon were almost always with the two of them when they had their conversations, though she had discovered that they did had many meetings were there was no one else but Grey Wind with them, it had brought her some discomfort and preoccupation. She knows that many of the northern lords are appreciative of her and liked her, speaking fondly of her.
Of course those that most spoke affectionately of her was Lady Madge Mormont and the Umbers, there wasn't a surprise there because she was as… willful as those houses were.
Foolishly she had thought that the infatuation with Visenya Martell would diminish, but it hadn't and she knows it is not a mere infatuation her son feels for Visenya, she sighs, her eyes begging him to not lie to her "Do you love her?"
Robb close his eyes and sighs, when he opens his eyes and stares at her, she can see more than Ned in him, she can see some of the uncle he had never known, she can see Brandon in him, the way his shoulders are set, eyes certain and telling her that he does not need her consent in this, that he doesn't care about other people's opinion on the matter "Not yet, but I will". His words are final: a promise of something that he will pursue and no one will stop him, it is something so northern that she cannot understand, it is something that had been diminished in Ned because he had spent his youth south, but it was transparent in Brandon and Lyanna, the same as her own daughter Arya.
She realizes that Robb had only been better at hiding his wolf blood, better than Arya, Rickon and dare she admit it Jon were able to, she frowns as she thinks that Bran had probably more wolf blood than she would like to admit, it was only Sansa that had more Tully than the others. She shakes her head thinking that it must have finally awakened in Sansa, their wolf blood seemed to awake in the face of adversity.
"Robb…" she says resigned, getting up from her chair and walking towards him she puts her hand on his face lovingly "she is lucky to have your affections" she tells him firmly and knows that he wants to contradict her but she continues because there is some fear in his orbs that she does not want it to linger "and she is a good match, a strong alliance to Daenerys which will secure the North into Stark hands."
He smiles but then sighs remembering Visenya's preoccupation with what his lords would think, though she didn't seem to have the same qualms with her own people "She thinks my men are not overly fond of her" he confides to his mother and she gives him a faint smile, Catelyn knows that to be true, Robb's men do not fully appreciate the Martell girl, they do not trust her entirely, taking her hand from her son's face she goes back to her chair.
"That is true" she says as calmly as she can, because as the words leave her mouth she sees Robb getting agitated "she is a southern lady, coming to ask your alliance to a family that brought pain not only to our family but the North as whole. They are careful because they do not see the south with kind eyes anymore, but rest assured that they are growing warmer to her."
Robb nods hoping that what his mother is saying is true, because he does not wish to have ill feelings with his men.
His mother gives him a small smile and inclines her head as if to tell him that she saw a fraction of what he sees when he looks at Visenya.
When the woman who has enthralled his heart turns back to take her seat beside him, he cannot help the smile that comes to his features by the radiance on her face. He wants to bring her hand to his lips and see the smile in her lips split her face.
Jon begins to inform Stevron of their plan and they hear his input, but he does not care with the discussion, his eyes are firmly focused on purple orbs. Visenya looks calmer and relieved with what had taken place. He sees that she wants to put her hand on his, craves the physical comfort that he also does and he hates how they cannot be open with their affections, yet, he promises himself.
He wishes it was only the two of them in the room, so he could caress her face, kiss her fingers, her cheeks and lips, so he could reverent her as she was born to be worshiped. Her cheeks blush with the intensity of his eyes and he always takes pleasure when he is able to turn her cheeks rosy, it particularly pleases him when she throws caution to the wind and as inconspicuous as she can she puts her hand on his and squeezes, her eyes soften at the slight press and he smiles.
They hear a soft cough; no doubt coming from Theon as Jon is still speaking and Visenya takes her hand from his. He hates that it takes away the warmth from him, but he is glad as Jon stops speaking and it is Obara who brings attention back to them "What have you decided about Tyene, Visenya?"
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