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Thread: Of Wolves and Lions (Iikaitlynii & Cold)

Robb sat at a garden deep in the Twins, high walls surrounding the trees. It was late morning. He had woken with an odd feeling in his stomach. Girls had never really been a concern for him before Theon had been the one obsessed with the opposite sex. Robb grimaced and pushed the thought of that traitor out of his mind. Whatever that had been, he had a duty to get to his wife-to-be and make her comfortable. The meeting place had been arranged after speaking with Rowenna's mother. Apparently, this was a favourite place for her. Catelyn thought that might put her at ease, so here they were. His mother sat at a stone bench nearer to the walls, with a perfect view of where Robb sat. She would keep an eye on them so that nothing untoward might happen before they were married. Robb fidgeted. He longed to be back on the field, pressing his advantage. His troops held the positions they had won, but if they were to win this war, they had to keep moving. He knew this marriage was strategically important, but they had already wasted two days here and it would be at least three days more till they could set out again. He sighed, hoping secretly that Rowenna was worth it. He had seen the love between his father and mother it would be nice to have something like that. Thank you, my Queen, Adam said and took a seat at a respectable distance from Cersei. He poured himself some wine and sipped at it. Wine had been Robert's bane he admitted he was a little distressed to note Cersei had begun indulging on it after her husband's death. Perhaps the Queen was more distressed by his demise than she had let on. To answer your question, your Highness - yes, I do enjoy the Capitol. He looked into his wine glass and then up at her again. I enjoy the sights. He paused, before going on,My father, Lord Hoster Marbrand is a bannerman to House Lannister, as you may know. As long as the Lannisters stay in King's Landing, I will too. Plus, I oversee the House's business here. He smiled,That nets me a pretty penny, which is a good reason to stay.
Thread: Of Wolves and Lions (Iikaitlynii & Cold)

The next day Rowenna was up and getting dressed when she was told that her and her soon to be husband were supposed to meet that day out by the gardens. Somehow she felt more at easy that they would speak there but also uneasy at the same time. Never had it occurred to her that she might actually marry at a rather young age. The horrifying thought of being old and never married had always filled her mind and now here she was going to have to and fulfill wifely duties.. Just thinking that had her scared. Trying to dress in something a little nicer she didn't think any of her clothing was all that fabulous but just picked the least offending thing she could find. Still she felt like at any moment someone would come tell her it had been a joke, or that he had changed his mind. The servants finally had to urge her out of the room once insisting that she looked fine. Her hair was left simple, a bit of the top braided, a little bit from each end that met in the middle but otherwise it was left down flowing on her back. Even from a distance she could see the king where he was sitting as she walked closer and where Lady Stark was that wasn't far off. The knots in her stomach grew a little more at finally approaching the king. Your Grace, she got herself to say hoping she didn't seem as nervous as she felt. Cersei gave a nod as she watched him get a cup and sat down. It seemed like awhile ago since the last time she had anyone in her room for not so 'pure' reasoning. At least now it didn't matter though, Robert was dead thank the gods, and Jaime was also gone at the moment. There was no one around, that she had much to worry about, that would care whom she had in her bed or not. Yes I suppose there are some nice sights here, she agreed. While Cersei had always been more partial to her childhood home, Kings Landing was where the power was which was why she would continue to stay here. Your loyalty is refreshing to hear. While loyalty was particularly expected from houses sworn to her family they weren't all nearly as devoted. Not all have your commitment.
Thread: Of Wolves and Lions (Iikaitlynii & Cold)

Robb stood and bowed when he saw Rowenna approaching. Lady Frey, he said, reflecting that in a day's time that would become Lady Stark. Such a strange thought. Please sit. He gestured at the bench and took his seat again. Rowenna looked nervous, understandably. What it must feel like, to be chosen to be taken by a man you had never met, a lord who had crowned himself King and was waging a war against the 'real' one. He himself would have been terrified. She was doing quite well. I want to let you know that I chose you myself and with only my mother's input in the matter. Your father may have forced my hand into picking a bride from his brood, but I want to believe I have made the best choice possible. He smiled, unsure of how to say this. I would like to get to know you, Rowenna. If we are to be husband and wife, we need to be comfortable with each other. That will take time and effort, I know...so it's best that we start now. For starters...please call me Robb, in private at least. Thank you, my Queen, Adam inclined his head. I live to serve. He sipped at his wine. He found it hard not to stare at her, but knew it would make her uneasy. So he kept his eyes averted except when they were speaking. You summoned me, your Highness. May I ask why? He said politely. He would spend hours making small talk with her if she wanted him to. But he was curious as to why she had called on him so soon after speaking with him in court. She must have something in mind for him in particular.
Thread: Of Wolves and Lions (Iikaitlynii & Cold)

Rowenna took a seat beside him unsure what to say or do. The whole thing just felt awkward but she supposed any betrothal would feel like this. Maybe tomorrow she would wake up and things would be back to normal and this wasn't really happening. It wasn't very likely though, she knew, and just had to try and make the best of this new situation. The thought of leaving the only home she ever knew only made the whole thing more scary in her mind and with some man she didn't know and his whole army. Biting back the urge to ask why he choose her. Other than that she honestly wasn't sure what to say at the mention of her father forcing him to marry into the family. If anything it just made her more uncomfortable about the whole thing. Clearly he hadn't wanted to marry one of them and it just made her felt more unlucky about being chosen since it seemed she was the 'best choice', which she wasn't even sure how, in a horrible predicament for him. At least that's how it seemed, but then again she might be just trying to think the worst of this whole thing. Alright.. Robb.. she said and felt a little weird saying that. While it may have been bold she decided to go on and say it anyway. You can blame me to get out of this, I don't mind. Perhaps that would be easiest for both of them. Her father might get mad at her but that felt easier to put up with than trying to be a good wife for someone she didn't know. Cersei had a feeling this could work out well. While she didn't normally look outside of the family there wasn't really anyone competent for her to chose in Kings Landing that was a relative. The fact that Ser Adam reminded her of them, except he didn't seem as idiotic as some of the people unfortunately related to her. In fact, perhaps he could become useful in more than just one way but right now it was much to earlier to tell just yet. At the casual mention of why she had called him to come there she offered her famous little smile while setting the partially empty cup down. Getting up she went to walk over to the window to look out for a moment. She remembered doing this a lot when the war started and even more so when the northern army had captured her brother. Do you have anything you desire, Ser Adam? Despite that being a question it was more rhetorical than not. I want you to work for me, she spoke while finally turning back around to face back towards him and the table.
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Robb was surprised and a little dismayed by her answer. Did she hate the thought of being married to him so much that she was prepared to face her father's wrath? No, my lady. I gave an oath. I cannot lie to break it. I...am sorry, if I gave the impression that I was forced to choose you. Perhaps she felt slighted by that. The circumstances of our meeting may be unfortunate, but I sincerely wish to get to know you. He paused and hesitated before continuing,But if you find the idea of being my wife abhorrent, please speak your mind. I will annul the betrothal as you want. He felt disappointed. It would be embarrassing to go back on his choice and choose someone else, but worse, he felt hurt by her indirect rejection. In a way he recognized the unfairness. She didn't have a choice at all, not even to the extent he did. He had hoped, though, that he could woo her. Perhaps he had misread her unhappiness for self-assurance. I... He trailed off, unsure what to say. He had not expected that Rowenna would not want to marry him. You , he almost said, but knew better than to say it out loud. He watched her as he sipped at his wine, letting his eye roam over her curvaceous figure. He smiled deeply when she turned and said that she wanted him to work for him. And so my desire is fulfilled. My Queen, he said out loud, inclining his head. I would be honoured. He wondered idly what sort of job she might have for him. Cersei had a ruthless streak, this he knew. He admired that greatly. He would do much for her, if she wanted his help in furthering her positions. She was the most powerful woman in the Realm, at least until Joffrey was married. He could gain much from a working relationship with her. And if it went further...all the better. What would you have me do? Adam asked.
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Rowenna immediately shook her head and looked away, knowing she shouldn't have said that. Maybe she had been wrong to assume to much and say that before truly knowing. But with what he had said she got the impression he was another person that didn't want to marry into the Frey family. Of course she knew her father hadn't given him much choice if he wanted to pass The Twins and go south. No, forgive me I shouldn't have said that, she said feeling awkward suddenly. I just.. know.. my family isn't the most ideal choice for someone when they want to marry.. That's all, she replied and couldn't help but feel a little meek when talking to a self proclaimed king and wasn't used to being some sort of center of attention. It was so easy to go unnoticed here with so much family around but obviously that wouldn't be the case when she married the Stark heir. I hadn't meant it as a slight or that I hated the idea of being married, she then quickly added so he wouldn't think that. Mostly the idea of marriage just scared her and she worried that maybe she wouldn't meet his expectations, not that she even knew what they were since she was still confused on his choice of picking her when their were others with more experience and one or two that was considered prettier. Cersei was pleased he had accepted. Well it might of seemed like a slight if he hadn't accepted but it didn't seem like he was reluctant or anything about it. Though she would still have to be cautious and just start out small before giving any sort of major trust. Though she only gave a tiny smile at his response before walking back over towards the table as she spoke. Simple, I want you to be my eyes and ears, she said. Having another 'spy' in her midst was an easy start to see just how much she might be able to trust him. Then maybe she could progress the relationship further if things worked out in a way that worked for her. With Robert gone and accusations being made against the throne, you can never be too cautious, she added. So after getting home from the interview I realized the idea was probably better for like a second interaction or whatever since Cersei seems the cautious type and wouldn't do something super bold on a first meeting lol.
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Robb smiled uncertainly. She was younger than him and it seemed not one of those girls who dreamed of marriage since they learn to speak. Well, Robb hadn't expected to get married for a few years yet. He hadn't expected that his father would be murdered by the Lannisters and that he would be crowned King in the North either. He needed to put her at her ease. He glanced at his mother, seating at a corner. She was watching them with sad eyes. She gestured at him to keep talking. Rowenna, Robb started. I know this must be very sudden and all, but I want us to be friends. A marriage works best when both parties are dedicated to it. I swear to you that no matter the circumstances behind this union, I will be faithful and loyal to you. So, please...tell me about yourself. Don't hesitate there need be no secrets between husband and wife. Adam pondered the implications of Cersei's command. He would gladly serve as her eyes and ears. Already he had heard many murmurs about Cersei's influence on Joffrey and how Joffrey was unfit to rule. He himself thought the latter, though he wasn't about to say that to his mother. This I will gladly do, your Highness. He said. I am friends with many knights and minor lords. Most support Joffrey and the Lannisters, not least because they live in King's Landing. If any speak out against him and you, overtly or covertly, within my earshot, you will know, I swear. He sipped at his wine and smiled at her. Cool.
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Again she felt fidgety just as she had yesterday when he had been there to pick someone. He probably thought she was some silly little girl, what with being a couple years or so younger than him. Glancing up she honestly hadn't even given much thought the loyalty and how some husbands slept around. She wasn't sure if that made her feel better or worse. Not that she should feel worse to know he wouldn't be unfaithful, but that did add the extra pressure of her being.. good at her wifely duties. Racking her brain for some sort of answer she wasn't sure what the 'right' answer was. What was she supposed to say? I don't think there's really anything exciting to say about myself.. she spoke nervously. I mean.. I.. she said as she fumbled and tried to think of what to say. Don't really get involved in what my family does. Some of them are unpleasant. Okay he probably already knew the last part but she wasn't really sure what he wanted to know. I've never really traveled or been far from here, she said and supposed that was something. What would you like to know? She finally asked. This was a horrible beginning she found herself thinking. And she also found herself wondering what sort of marriage it would be. She was sure there were some spouses that couldn't stand each other and some that found love. It was much to earlier to really know though but she didn't want to end up in a bad marriage and that had always been one of her fears. So were we going with Ned being killed? That line kind of stood out to me. Concerns over the talk against her family were crucial at a time like this when war was so close to brewing. Most importantly she wanted to know just how many people were believing Ned Stark's talk about Joffrey not really being the heir and who his parentage was. Right now she mostly just wanted to figure who were buying into the talk and what not. Plus it was always a good starter way for how much she could trust someone. Your help would be most appreciated. While she wasn't particularly keen on waiting for the reason she had really wanted to speak to him, Cersei knew it would be stupid to show her hand so early before knowing him better. I trust we'll speak again soon, she then added.
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Robb scratched his head, increasingly uneasy with how awkward they were with each other. He had imagined her to be more...eloquent and self-assured somehow and their conversations had been suave and romantic in his mind's eye. This was...real. I...want to know about you . What do you like to do? My sister - He paused for a while his sisters were captives of the Lannisters. Thinking of them hurt. My sister, Sansa, loves to dance. She is a great dancer. Arya, my other sister, is her complete opposite. You'd think she was a boy she likes to run and tumble in the mud. Robb smiled, nostalgic of simpler, happier times. I'm sure you're far more interesting than you believe. Do you like to read? I've never really been one for books, but I used to love to listen to stories from our Maester when I was younger stories of Brandon the Builder and Lann the Clever and the dragons of Valyria... He trailed off, smiling hesitantly. Just...talk to me. Ask me anything you like. He felt a little desperate. This was not off to a good start. Adam stood, setting the wine cup down. He bowed. I am your humble servant, my Queen. He smiled at her, looking her over greedily one last time. Until I have news for you then. He bowed again, then turned and left. As he walked to his quarters, Adam thought upon what he had embarked upon. He had never been the spying type, though he would sell out any but his dearest friends for the chance to get on Cersei's good side. He had heard, of course, the unsavoury rumours that Ned Stark had spread as he was imprisoned for treason. Adam grimaced, not wishing to imagine the angel of his dreams soiling herself with incest. It was an unworthy thought. For now, he would keep his eyes and ears open and see what he could learn. Do we skip to another meeting where Adam brings in some news? Or something else? Open to ideas.
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Rowenna definitely felt like she was only making things worse by not really saying much that was helping make thing conversation better or easier. All she could think about was saying and doing the right thing and at this rate she figured he was disappointed with choosing her from how badly this was going so far. The mention of his sisters had her thinking more, but she was worried about saying something that wouldn't seem ladylike and how he might react to that. Men didn't seem to react well to women who didn't act as they should, but there wasn't much need to worry since there wasn't a whole lot that she did which would be considered something she shouldn't do. I like reading, she spoke at the mention of that. But I prefer drawing more, she added and liked drawing things that she imagined from stories she had read and heard as a kid. Like back when the Targaryen's first conquered the seven kingdoms and back then there were women from that family that were known warriors, like Visenya Targaryen. Drawing wasn't as encouraged as singing or sewing however and she was hesitant to say a 'wrong' answer. There's nothing here that really inspires me to draw but I like to imagine things from the stories of history or even songs that the singers play. I also like to do hair, that part was a bit shyer. It wasn't exactly something for a highborn girl to do but she liked it anyway. What's it like in the north? The fact that it was supposedly so cold there had her worried about freezing once they did go back to Winterfell. It had been a few days since she last spoke with Ser Adam. Apparently there hadn't been much to report but she could be a rather patient person and wait, just like her father was. In her mind she had always been the one most like their father Tywin whereas Jaime was to brash and she thought herself to be smarter than Tyrion. It was a shame she had been born a woman, she sometimes thought, because she could have been her fathers heir and the best one to rule not only as Queen but as Lady of Casterly Rock, in her opinion. That day had been another one spent in court where many people came before them and Joffrey actually hadn't done anything like last time where he had kicked someone in the face. The only other difference for that day was Sansa Stark coming before them in behalf of her father asking for mercy. She didn't really intend for Ned Stark to be killed, it would be much easier sending him to the wall and then those in the north wouldn't have a reason to cause any sort of trouble. Plus with Sansa and Arya there, the family would be really stupid to try anything. There wasn't a whole lot else that needed done that day. The small council would probably convene soon to discuss the issues they were being faced with but for the moment it was just more waiting. Before to long they wouldn't have the issue with Ned Stark and Sansa would stay there and marry Joffrey and they'd figure out what to do with the youngest more unruly girl.
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Drawing! Robb perked up, picking on that. That sounds wonderful! In truth, he had never given drawing much thought. Other than the faded pictures in the Maester's books and the banners of the houses, he had little experience with or interest in art. But if it was something his future wife liked, he would make every effort to change that. I'm sure you are very good at it. Perhaps you could show me some of your drawings later. He suggested he didn't want to seem too forward or she might get too shy to show him her work. But he wanted to encourage her to open up to him and that seemed liked a good start. He wasn't sure what to say when she said she liked to do hair. That was even further beyond his realm of interest than drawing. Thankfully, she herself changed the topic of conversation and brought up the North. The North is...vast. It's filled with forests and mountains and cold springs... He faltered, looking for the right words. He'd never been much of a speaker. It's colder there than here, but also...sharper somehow. The wind is cleaner and the mornings are bright white. Robb laughed and shook his head. I sound foolish, I know. I've never been one for words. He smiled at Rowenna. You know that you will come with me to Riverrun after we are married? I look forward to showing you Winterfell. He smiled, pride and love for his home showing in his eyes. You will love it, I'm sure. Adam had spent his days making rounds among his circle of acquaintances, doing exactly as Cersei had asked. He had collected some information he felt she might like to know. That day, he attended court and his heart leaped when he saw her, sitting beside Joffrey. He smiled. With the job she had given him, he had the right to go up to her anytime she was alone and ask for an audience. It was a thrilling thought. He watched in mingled pity and amusement when Sansa Stark came to beg for her father's life. Adam had never spoken with Ned Stark, but the man had a reputation for being a spoilsport of the worst kind. And if he posed a threat to Cersei, Adam for one would have no compunction killing him with his own hands. After court was done and Cersei had left, he sent her a quick note asking if they could meet. He waited nearby her quarters after he had sent the servant girl in.