A Verse of Ice and Fire

Robb

 "Dany, what are you doing here?" Robb asked with a cheeky look on his face.

 "Leave her be Robb. She likes muscles and looking at men." Theon laughed from the column he leaned upon. "I'm certain she's eyeing possible suitors. I've seen this before-"

 "Oh shut up, Theon." Jon and Dany seemed to say at the same time.

 Robb and Winterfell's Greyjoy shared knowing looks before removing their tunics and leather jerkins. Jon took a deep breath and did the same. Ser Rodrik was going to clean them up to make them presentable to the Royal Family. Just as their shirts came off, Robb felt the instinctual need to flex his muscles. He could distinctly hear Dany releasing a silent gasp. Theon caught on and tried his best to hide his growing smirk. Jon made a scowl at his longtime friend and twin, doing his best to keep his anger concealed. But the moment his torso was revealed and bare, Robb heard the gasp once more.

 Jon's eyes perked slightly at the sound. Robb's smile only seemed to grow. Dany's face was as red as blood. She clearly couldn't control her breathing if her rapid chest was any indication. Theon nodded his head with the same smug look he always had. There was loud clanging of metal that brought everyone's attention. Ser Rodrik gave the four young adults a blank and rather bored look. The boys had beards that had to be removed and hair that had to be trimmed. Dany squeaked and backed next to Theon.

 "Make sure you remove my beard completely." Robb sighed.

 "Wow." Jon said with wide eyes.

 "Unbelievable." Theon burst into laughter. "Gods, Robb. Who are you trying to impress?"

 "Who do you think?" Robb smirked. "The princess is on her way here right now. I want to look-"

 "I think the princess would prefer me far more than you." Jon smiled.

 "Hey!" Dany gave Jon a look of feigned hurt.

 "You're the one I was talking about." Jon sighed.

 "Look at him, Robb." Theon cackled. "Dany has him wrapped around her fingers. I wonder if he's already fucked her yet."

 "THEON!!" Dany and Jon sighed in despair.

 Robb simply let them talk. He was far too lost in his own thoughts. This princess; Princess Annaelyn Baratheon, was said to be the Baratheon Lioness. He was dying to meet her ever since he'd received word from some gossip amongst the smallfolk passing through to White Harbor to King's Landing and back again. He shut his eyes as Ser Rodrik brought the blade into his skin for the closest shave he's ever felt in his life of nineteen years.

 Nineteen years he though; and still no marriage. Suddenly, shears snapped into his hair, cutting it into a manageable mob of curls. Back to what he was thinking, he wasn't married, nor was he notified of marriage propositions. Maybe he was just too good looking for anyone to want him. Or what if he wasn't good looking- no. He was going to stop that line of thought. The only one who can think like that and get away with it is Jon and Jon broods too much.

 "So I heard the Prince is a real charmer." Theon suddenly said, a bit of mirth in his tone.

 "I think he's going to be a right little prick." Robb piped, having a bad feeling of this Baratheon. "What about you Jon?"

 "I have no opinion." The black haired twin awkwardly laughed. "If he's a prick, so be it. I'll give him the benefit of the doubt. Dany?"

 "I don't know." She sighed. "I'm more worried about his father..."

 Within seconds, the entire room fell silent and heavy. Robb looked awkwardly, knowing full well what she meant by that. Ser Rodrik was even silenced by her sudden remark. He knew he had to salvage this situation somehow, someway.