p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Robb had always been mindful of his duty: as the heir of House Stark and future Warden of the North, follow the Old Golds, take care of his siblings and most importantly (in his opinion at least), marry for a fruitful alliance. He had always known his parents would choose the right bride for him - he trusted them and was aware that they both knew how a united couple was important for the stability of their kingdom. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Like his Lord Father, he had heard a lot of rumors about Dorne ever since he had started his lessons and meeting with his bannermen: few were appreciative of the most southern kingdom, but they were begrudgingly impressed by how they had held off the dragons and how much they had advanced in these last few years. He had heard that the Targaryens had been stifling them and it was proof of how great Robert Baratheon was that the Seven Kingdoms had thrived. Since the Martells seemed to hate the new King with every fiber of their body, he had his doubts and had never spoken aloud about them./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The events preceding the Rebellion were scarcely spoken about within Winterfell: even after a decade, people had not forgotten how they had lost his grandfather, uncle and aunt in one swoop because of Aerys and his foolish son. The Sack of King's Landing was an even more secretive secret, especially around the children - and it had taken a while for Robb to understand why no one spoke about the fate of Elia Martell and her babes. It was only after their Greyjoy ward had come that he had been made aware of what Tywin Lannister had done - while Theon thought it was a fitting end for the House of the Dragon, the auburn haired heir had felt bile rise up his throat and it had taken him a while before he regained countenance. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"When news of the long and harsh winter that was awaiting them was reported by Maester Luwin, he had joined his father and mother in the Lord's solar while they were going over the ledgers in order to find a way to stock up as much food as possible without ruining them. House Stark was a pride one - but not a rich one, especially since agriculture was near impossible in the cold lands and they didn't have a proper fleet to trade with Essos, aside from Lord Manderly and White Harbor. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"To be sincere, he had not expected a marriage alliance with span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"Dorne/span of all places - but it would surely help with their current situation. In the last few years, they had amassed an amount of wealth that could almost rival the Lannisters and he was sure the Old Lion of the Rock had been most displeased when news reached him. Even though Sansa and his other siblings seemed overjoyed over the fact that they might get a new sister, it was Arya that had convinced him of how the union could be useful. His youngest sister had almost jumped in excitement when she heard a descendant of Nymeria of Ny Sar might be living with them - and from what they heard, a capable fighter and cunning woman. She was fourth in line for the title of Ruling Princess of Dorne and had done her duty and then some - all around Westeros, people were speaking about her genius and inquisitive minds. From what Luwin had told him, many of his acolytes had been angry of a few of her writings and her devotion to the Old Gods - a Faith that was disparaged and discouraged South of the Neck./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Theon, who was most used to spending his time in the brothels of Wintertown, had told him that she was supposedly the most beautiful woman of the realm. Since her mother was a Dayne, she had inherited silver hair and mesmerizing purple eyes, which sounded a bit out of the ordinary. It was usually Targaryens traits, but the Dayne had intermarried with a lot of Essosi and the former royal family, so no one had thought too much about it. Her father, the infamous Red Viper, had apparently taken her to King's Landing when she had flowered and presented her to court as Princess span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"Elia Martell/span, provoking the ire of the King because of her physical characteristics and her name - but he couldn't get away with murdering this one since there was no doubt Dorne would secede from the Crown once and for all while Dorne would hide in their sand and wait for any outside invasion. Even the Mad King had not managed to lose a Kingdom, thus Robert would not tarnish the first rule of the Baratheon dynasty so soon./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Discovering span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"she actually was/span a Targaryen should not have surprised him once he had met her - she was strongethereal/strong and even Theon had trouble speaking when she had almost leapt from her horse. The worst thing was that it was effortless: she did not even try to vy for his affection nor to seduce him like the other Northern ladies had done when talk of marriages had been brought up. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"He was hooked/span./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Now, he would have enjoyed thinking of the future implication of marrying a Targaryen without anyone being none the wiser while the images of what have been their future if not for her interference would not leave his head. Robb knew he should have asked more questions, especially concerning Bloodraven who had seemed like he was soon spit fire at her - but he knew it was due to the threat Beyond the Wall. It was almost maddening to think the stories Old Nan had shared with them were not a figment of some of their ancestors imagination, but real White Walkers that had been pushed to the Lands of Always Winter by Brandon Stark, while he had made sure to create a seven-hundred feet tall to separate the dead from the living. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"His family was already at the Great Hall with the rest of the Dornish retenue for their welcoming feast and his mother had tasked him to bring the Princess in order for her not to be lost. For propriety, she had been put into the same wing as Arya and Sansa, both eager to spend the time with the girl that might become their sister if the Gods were good./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Even though he did not want to admit it, he was more than intrigued by her: his forebearers would strike him down if they knew a Stark was enamored by a Targaryen, but it would be impossible not to be. Sighing, he got to her door and checked on his outfit one last time before knocking. "Princess Elia ?," he announced, waiting for her to open the door./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Enter," he heard. It was impolite to be in the same rooms as an unwed lady without a chaperone, but she had given him her permission, right? /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Robb should have known better./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"As soon as he got inside her chambers, he sputtered and tried to look away, not even noticing when he closed the door behind him in embarrassment. He had expected a lot of things, but none were the Princess of Dorne being naked in her bath. It was true that they still had a bit of time before they were to join the rest of the guests and the inhabitants of Winterfell, but never had he been but into this position by a noble lady before. As he was about to turn around and wait for her outside, she opened her eyes and smiled innocently at him, like she was not relaxing in warm water while he was in her vicinity./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Would you hand me my bathrobe ?," she asked him, and he felt like a fool to refuse her. Was this why people seemed always to be gravitating around the Targaryens? Did people lose their wits as fast as he did? He did not want to presume anything about her, especially since she was Dornish and would certainly not appreciate a highborn lord to criticize her home and their customs./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"He knew he was red in the face - and it was not due to the heat of the bath, but rather how he could see the swell of her breasts from where he was, even with the bubbles obscuring his vision. He tried to look elsewhere, but it got way more complicated once she stood up in her naked glory and draped herself in order to dry herself. Robb gulped and only the fact that Oberyn Martell would poison him in his sleep made him regain his bearings./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The princess laughed while looking at him - and he tried not to think of the fact that his face might be red as were the tips of his ears. "Will you be so prim and proper after we wed span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"my Lord/span?," she inquired, breathing out the two last words while she was looking at him under the silver eyelashes. He could feel his crotch tightened and hoped (and prayed) that she would not notice. His efforts were for naught since she quickly looked at his shaft before smiling slyly at him. While she walked towards her trunk, she brushed her shoulder against his, leaving the sweet smell of citrus behind her. It was hard for Robb not to turn around and stare at her for a little while longer, but he knew he would not be able to attend dinner if her stayed here./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""I shall wait outside for you Princess," he almost gritted out, pushing his leather tunic down for propriety (and because he really, span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"really/span did not want his Mother to know what had transpired in Elia's chamber just now.) Just as he was turning around in order to leave, the bathrobe pooled underneath the silver headed princess, as naked as the day she was born. She approached him and offered a small peck on his cheek, which was enough to raise his arousal to new heights. He was no greenboy in matters of the pleasure of the flesh, but his inner wolf was almost screaming at him to claim her right then and there so the betrothal would be finalized before the night's end./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"She smirked at him once again and bit his ear lobe before walking backwards to choose a dress for tonight - he hoped it would not display as much skin as she was used to because he would not let Theon disrespect with his leery and lustful eyes. He had never felt such towards another woman, perhaps there were none as brazen as her, but it was with shaking legs and fast breath that he decided to wait for her outside./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"It was only then that he noticed he had forgotten about the visions under the Godswood for a while, and wondered if it had been her purpose all along. Sighing, he could not help but chuckle to himself - it would be hard to resist her until they wed, but he knew she would be worth it./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"You are something else, whether you name yourself Princess Elia Nymeros Martell of Dorne or Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen of Old Valyria. /span/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Like his Lord Father, he had heard a lot of rumors about Dorne ever since he had started his lessons and meeting with his bannermen: few were appreciative of the most southern kingdom, but they were begrudgingly impressed by how they had held off the dragons and how much they had advanced in these last few years. He had heard that the Targaryens had been stifling them and it was proof of how great Robert Baratheon was that the Seven Kingdoms had thrived. Since the Martells seemed to hate the new King with every fiber of their body, he had his doubts and had never spoken aloud about them./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The events preceding the Rebellion were scarcely spoken about within Winterfell: even after a decade, people had not forgotten how they had lost his grandfather, uncle and aunt in one swoop because of Aerys and his foolish son. The Sack of King's Landing was an even more secretive secret, especially around the children - and it had taken a while for Robb to understand why no one spoke about the fate of Elia Martell and her babes. It was only after their Greyjoy ward had come that he had been made aware of what Tywin Lannister had done - while Theon thought it was a fitting end for the House of the Dragon, the auburn haired heir had felt bile rise up his throat and it had taken him a while before he regained countenance. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"When news of the long and harsh winter that was awaiting them was reported by Maester Luwin, he had joined his father and mother in the Lord's solar while they were going over the ledgers in order to find a way to stock up as much food as possible without ruining them. House Stark was a pride one - but not a rich one, especially since agriculture was near impossible in the cold lands and they didn't have a proper fleet to trade with Essos, aside from Lord Manderly and White Harbor. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"To be sincere, he had not expected a marriage alliance with span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"Dorne/span of all places - but it would surely help with their current situation. In the last few years, they had amassed an amount of wealth that could almost rival the Lannisters and he was sure the Old Lion of the Rock had been most displeased when news reached him. Even though Sansa and his other siblings seemed overjoyed over the fact that they might get a new sister, it was Arya that had convinced him of how the union could be useful. His youngest sister had almost jumped in excitement when she heard a descendant of Nymeria of Ny Sar might be living with them - and from what they heard, a capable fighter and cunning woman. She was fourth in line for the title of Ruling Princess of Dorne and had done her duty and then some - all around Westeros, people were speaking about her genius and inquisitive minds. From what Luwin had told him, many of his acolytes had been angry of a few of her writings and her devotion to the Old Gods - a Faith that was disparaged and discouraged South of the Neck./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Theon, who was most used to spending his time in the brothels of Wintertown, had told him that she was supposedly the most beautiful woman of the realm. Since her mother was a Dayne, she had inherited silver hair and mesmerizing purple eyes, which sounded a bit out of the ordinary. It was usually Targaryens traits, but the Dayne had intermarried with a lot of Essosi and the former royal family, so no one had thought too much about it. Her father, the infamous Red Viper, had apparently taken her to King's Landing when she had flowered and presented her to court as Princess span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"Elia Martell/span, provoking the ire of the King because of her physical characteristics and her name - but he couldn't get away with murdering this one since there was no doubt Dorne would secede from the Crown once and for all while Dorne would hide in their sand and wait for any outside invasion. Even the Mad King had not managed to lose a Kingdom, thus Robert would not tarnish the first rule of the Baratheon dynasty so soon./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Discovering span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"she actually was/span a Targaryen should not have surprised him once he had met her - she was strongethereal/strong and even Theon had trouble speaking when she had almost leapt from her horse. The worst thing was that it was effortless: she did not even try to vy for his affection nor to seduce him like the other Northern ladies had done when talk of marriages had been brought up. /p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Now, he would have enjoyed thinking of the future implication of marrying a Targaryen without anyone being none the wiser while the images of what have been their future if not for her interference would not leave his head. Robb knew he should have asked more questions, especially concerning Bloodraven who had seemed like he was soon spit fire at her - but he knew it was due to the threat Beyond the Wall. It was almost maddening to think the stories Old Nan had shared with them were not a figment of some of their ancestors imagination, but real White Walkers that had been pushed to the Lands of Always Winter by Brandon Stark, while he had made sure to create a seven-hundred feet tall to separate the dead from the living. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"His family was already at the Great Hall with the rest of the Dornish retenue for their welcoming feast and his mother had tasked him to bring the Princess in order for her not to be lost. For propriety, she had been put into the same wing as Arya and Sansa, both eager to spend the time with the girl that might become their sister if the Gods were good./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Even though he did not want to admit it, he was more than intrigued by her: his forebearers would strike him down if they knew a Stark was enamored by a Targaryen, but it would be impossible not to be. Sighing, he got to her door and checked on his outfit one last time before knocking. "Princess Elia ?," he announced, waiting for her to open the door./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Enter," he heard. It was impolite to be in the same rooms as an unwed lady without a chaperone, but she had given him her permission, right? /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Robb should have known better./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"As soon as he got inside her chambers, he sputtered and tried to look away, not even noticing when he closed the door behind him in embarrassment. He had expected a lot of things, but none were the Princess of Dorne being naked in her bath. It was true that they still had a bit of time before they were to join the rest of the guests and the inhabitants of Winterfell, but never had he been but into this position by a noble lady before. As he was about to turn around and wait for her outside, she opened her eyes and smiled innocently at him, like she was not relaxing in warm water while he was in her vicinity./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Would you hand me my bathrobe ?," she asked him, and he felt like a fool to refuse her. Was this why people seemed always to be gravitating around the Targaryens? Did people lose their wits as fast as he did? He did not want to presume anything about her, especially since she was Dornish and would certainly not appreciate a highborn lord to criticize her home and their customs./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"He knew he was red in the face - and it was not due to the heat of the bath, but rather how he could see the swell of her breasts from where he was, even with the bubbles obscuring his vision. He tried to look elsewhere, but it got way more complicated once she stood up in her naked glory and draped herself in order to dry herself. Robb gulped and only the fact that Oberyn Martell would poison him in his sleep made him regain his bearings./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The princess laughed while looking at him - and he tried not to think of the fact that his face might be red as were the tips of his ears. "Will you be so prim and proper after we wed span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"my Lord/span?," she inquired, breathing out the two last words while she was looking at him under the silver eyelashes. He could feel his crotch tightened and hoped (and prayed) that she would not notice. His efforts were for naught since she quickly looked at his shaft before smiling slyly at him. While she walked towards her trunk, she brushed her shoulder against his, leaving the sweet smell of citrus behind her. It was hard for Robb not to turn around and stare at her for a little while longer, but he knew he would not be able to attend dinner if her stayed here./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""I shall wait outside for you Princess," he almost gritted out, pushing his leather tunic down for propriety (and because he really, span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"really/span did not want his Mother to know what had transpired in Elia's chamber just now.) Just as he was turning around in order to leave, the bathrobe pooled underneath the silver headed princess, as naked as the day she was born. She approached him and offered a small peck on his cheek, which was enough to raise his arousal to new heights. He was no greenboy in matters of the pleasure of the flesh, but his inner wolf was almost screaming at him to claim her right then and there so the betrothal would be finalized before the night's end./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"She smirked at him once again and bit his ear lobe before walking backwards to choose a dress for tonight - he hoped it would not display as much skin as she was used to because he would not let Theon disrespect with his leery and lustful eyes. He had never felt such towards another woman, perhaps there were none as brazen as her, but it was with shaking legs and fast breath that he decided to wait for her outside./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"It was only then that he noticed he had forgotten about the visions under the Godswood for a while, and wondered if it had been her purpose all along. Sighing, he could not help but chuckle to himself - it would be hard to resist her until they wed, but he knew she would be worth it./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"You are something else, whether you name yourself Princess Elia Nymeros Martell of Dorne or Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen of Old Valyria. /span/p
