"𝑊𝑜𝑙𝑓'𝑠 𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑," their father always called it. Could make a man or woman wild in a sense, unpredictable, and powerful. And when a violet-eyed twin born to the Lord Eddard Stark, all knew that the boy would have it. And he did.
Beside his...
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𝑹𝒐𝒃𝒃 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒌 299 𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕
He hesitated to eat the salt and bread, unlike his mother and her brother and uncle. They were quick to get it into their mouths, for they too feared what could happen. But Robb hesitated. He stared at the bread bits for far longer than he should have, but he hesitated nonetheless. Poison, was his first thought. Honorless men have been known to do far worse than that. But in the next moment, he disregarded the thought that lulles a man to an endless sleep and ate the bread and salt, an invisible shield that Talisa would have found to be quite ridiculous, but she ate the bread just as quick as everyone else.
Lord Walder Frey sat before him on a high step, old eyes staring down at him without revealing too much emotion of any kind, making him a hard man to read. Robb prided himself from learning about such things from his older brother, but no matter how hard he tried, he never seemed to pick up the smallest of details.
His hand rested on the pommel of his hilt, squeezing tightly for a moment before letting go, then repeating the same actions repeatedly until Lord Walder began to speak.
"Your Grace."
He greated with spite in his voice.
"Lord Walder."
"The last time you and your pack were here, your mother swore to me that you would marry one of my daughters, the any of your choosing. And yet here we stand, no marriage from the King in the North. Do explain it to me, boy."
Boy, Robb bit his tongue. Karstark, he called me boy. It didn't bother Robb all too much. "Too much" was the key phrase there. It annoyed him. Disrespect was something a king should smite down at any occasion it arises, but Robb knew he could do no such things here. And so, he took the slight to the chest with a sigh.
Looking at Talisa, she nodded carefully to him and he turned back to see the old Frey looking between the two of them, a grin slowly crawling to his lips.
"Ah...love. A pretty word you Northeners use to cover up the fact it's just humping and whelping pups."
He bit his tongue from shouting in anger once more, so he nodded.
"What we have, my wife and I, is love, no matter how others interpret it to be called. And because I love this woman, I have forsaken the vow that I swore to you, my Lord, and for that, you have my most sincere apologies."
"People keep telling me you're a smart lad, Robb Stark, so do not presume to think that apologies are enough."
Walder Frey was digging ever further into his skin. Gritting his teeth whilst struggling to not shown the action, he turned and looked to his Uncle Edmure before back to the Frey.
