Thread: The Wolf King and the Lioness (Cold x Iikaitlynii)

Robb felt a little awkward. She seemed...distant somehow and her response to his request to see her drawings...maybe she wasn't comfortable with the idea, in which his case his insistence was ungentlemanly. He nodded, feeling silly, when she reminded him that Alysanne was who Queensgate was known after. Of course, since she was a history buff, she would know these things. King or no, he felt a little insecure about not being her equal in that respect. He inwardly sighed in relief when she laughed, easing the tension in his head. He chucked along and raised an eyebrow, If you marry, my lady? A smart, beautiful woman like you...I expect you'll have suitors falling all over themselves for the chance to take your hand. That was a slight exaggeration, but not by much. Robb wondered why she had said that. Did she have something against marriage? Or did she honestly feel no one would want her hand? The latter was ridiculous. Winterfell, he said tentatively,Has a grand library, you know. It's full of books, some centuries old. A treasure all in all, I'm told. There was a slight pause. I would love to take you there, sometime. There would be many books you would love to read, I'm sure. He didn't know how to make his interest in her any plainer without actually saying it. A part of him was not sure this was the right tack. Perhaps she was not being coy, but instead she was genuinely uninterested in him, only forced into this by her vile father. That would be...wounding, really. Was he so charmless that he could not hold her attention, even as a bloody King? No, not quite the same thing. Perhaps better. I would not know. Adam said, smiling to himself. She had missed the hint, of course. It was likely beyond her imagination that a lowly knight like him could even dare to love a Queen. He felt a sudden sadness. He was closer to Cersei than he had ever been and yet he was no closer than the times he had spent pining after her in court. He had heard the rumours of course, of her illicit union with her brother. Adam...hadn't dismissed them. Perhaps it was mere low jealousy, the thought even Robert's death had not opened her up for him. But a part of him remembered how close the twins were and a snake of suspicion had lodged in his heart. He would speak nothing of it to Cersei, now or ever. He did not wish for her wrath. He thought about her answer. Had she loved Robert once then? The thought was...heart-wrenching. That brutal man must have crushed the love out of her. His mouth twisted in anger. How many times had he wished to kill Robert and end Cersei's misery? He wished he had done it and freed her long before. She had always deserved better. Thank you, Your Grace, for inviting me to a private dinner. I always enjoy my time with you. He said, bowing his head. He did not wish for this time to end, not yet. What else could he say? I know it is unlikely in the near future, but I would like to invite to my home one day. The Lannisters often visited the Marbrands in the old days' perhaps that tradition can be renewed. He cocked his head. And also...I have been wondering...as Queen Regent you are as much of a political target as the King or his Hand, given Joffrey's age. Should you not have a guard of your own? If you think one necessary, I volunteer. It would only be my duty as sword sword to the Lannisters.