Thread: Of Wolves and Lions (Iikaitlynii & Cold)

Robb straightened as the line of Frey women finally emerged. There were about twelve of them, he counted as a glance. Honestly, he was a little relieved. Given how many Frey there were, he'd half-expected to have to choose from a hundred. Catelyn gave Robb a nudge, her eyes strangely sad. Robb took a deep breath, put on a kingly expression and walked up to the beginning of the line. The older women chaperoning his potential brides curtsied and he inclined his head gravely. To a side, Walder Frey watched and made some lewd comments Robb chose to ignore. He began. He stood before the first girl in the line and bowed, introducing himself. The girl was older than him by three or four years and she blushed deeply. She was a pretty one, with red-brown hair that fell in ringlets over her face and bright blue-green eyes. She giggled when Robb asked her her name and it took a while for her to stop that before answering. Sylvia, your highness. Sylvia Frey, she said, trying to affect a sultry voice, glancing up at Robb through lowered eyelashes. Robb smiled tightly. A trollop. No sense of dignity. He passed on. Thankfully, he had the right to 'inspect' them all before making his choice so that need not be construed as an insult. In fact, Sylvia was grinning when he left her. The next was a girl named Morenna, much shorter, her head barely coming up to his chest. She was only 11 years old. Robb dismissed her immediately from his mind, though she seemed a charming child. In a way, marrying her would be a good move. She would have to remain at the Twins and he would not be expected to consummate their marriage, not for a few more years. But...Robb wanted this opportunity to find a wife who might be good for him. He would consider political realities of course, but if he could blend that with a chance at love, like his father and mother had had, he would. He stood before the next girl. She was petite, somewhat younger than Robb. She had long brown hair and light brown eyes. She looked nervous, just as he felt. He smiled and introduced. I am Robb Stark, Lord of Winterfell and King in the North. My lady, may I ask the boon of your name? That's Rowenna, so your cue. Time seemed to pass at a crawl. Adam watched as Cersei continued to take the oaths of fealty to Joffrey in her son's stead. There were only about five more left. After the petitions from the smallfolk were supposed to be taken, but he knew that Cersei had no patience for such things, any more than Joffrey did. She might take one or two to appease protocol and then she'd leave. He had to speak to her before then. There was only one way how. He joined the line of lords paying their respects to the Queen Regent. He represented House Marbrand in King's Landing. Though he was not the lord of the House, his father was a few days away still and he had been give permission to speak in his stead. So Adam waited until the line dwindled and he stood before Cersei herself. He went on his knees, his head bowed, though he wanted only to look at her. He unsheathed his blade and offered it to Cersei. Your Highness, I offer the blade of House Marbrand to King Joffrey the First, of House Baratheon, in loyalty and in fealty, until and unless he sees fit to release me. He looked up at Cersei, catching her emerald eyes. His heart leaped and he smiled. And I offer myself and my services to you, my Queen, to protect and serve, till the world ends and time perishes. Allow me to be your servant. His words a whisper, so she could hear, but other prying ears would not. This was for her and her alone. Since you had trouble with the seduction bit, I thought I'd just have Adam come out and proclaim his undying love for Cersei, in a knightly way. Hope that makes it easier.