The Lion & The Wolf

Chapter 20

Robb and Myrcella talk during her birthday celebration. Jon and Robb show the southern lords what is awaiting for them. I hope you guys like it. 🥰

He was wondering if throwing Margaery Tyrell off the balcony would be an overreaction. The woman would not leave him alone, she had been chasing after him all night long and would not give him a moment for himself. He had been hiding from her for the past hour but was sure she would be able to find him soon enough.

"I do not think that column needs any assistance staying upright." Myrcella's laughing voice reached his ears and he turned to look at her. Her eyes were filled with mischief. "You have been hiding back here for the past hour and duck any time one of the Tyrells walks by."

For a moment all he could do was stare. She was wearing a pink gown, the bodice was embroidered with gold and silver thread. Her head was adorned with a gold tiara, a pink diamond in the middle, and her golden hair was loose. He was happy she was not one of those girls who insisted on putting her hair on those southern hairstyles that always appeared painful to him. She looked stunning and he was staring at her like an idiot.

"Are you well? Do you need some fresh air?" Her gaze had turned concerned. "I know is a bit stuffy in here."

"No, it is fine." She was going to think he was a simpleton. "I am sorry I have spent most of your feast hiding."

"It is fine." Her look became amused once more. "You can spend time with her if you wish."

"With whom?"

"Margaery," Robb frowned. "I know how men look at her and how much they want her. She is a very beautiful woman and she seems very interested in you. I do not blame you for wanting to spend time with her. I am sure we can convince my grandsire to cancel our engagement if you wish to wed her."

"What?" Robb was shocked, he had not expected her to say that. All this time he had been worried about not wanting to wed her that it had not occurred to him that she would be having doubts about him. "What would make you say that?"

"Because I know that you were forced into this betrothal." Robb stopped himself from flinching, knowing that she was right and afraid that she had noticed his attitude when he had first arrived. "I would prefer if you realized you did not want to wed me now instead of after we are married." Her look became serious. "I spent my life seeing my parent's marriage and while I know that as a princess I do not have a choice on who I wed, I would prefer if my husband did not hate me."

"I do not hate you and I would never hate you." He moved closer to her, invading her space. "We will wed when the time comes and I will try my hardest to be a good husband."

He cupped her face, noticing how warm and soft her skin was. He had been worried about not being able to care for her or want her, but he could tell that would not be a problem. He had never wanted anyone more.

"And about Margaery Tyrell," He ran his thumb over her bottom lip, enjoying when her breath hitched. She was affected by him also. "She is not even half as beautiful as you are. I do not think anyone is."