✅️ The Last Velaryon - Robb Stark

9 - The Language of Desire

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"Nyke Haelesa hen lentor Velaryon. Tala hen prince naejot Driftmark Monterys Velaryon. ( I am Haelesa Velaryon. Daughter of the heir to Driftmark Monterys Velaryon)." I paced back and forth in front of my father who was seated in the throne with our house sigal carved into the back of it.

He ran a hand over his chin raising his hand at me. "Repeat it again."

"Nyke Haelesa hen lentor Velaryon. Tala hen prince naejot - this is stupid, father. No one else in the realm that knows old Valyrian language is alive. So why must I pour my heart into the language?" Throwing my arms away from my sides I huffed in frustration at him.

If I was anyone else he would have said that I should learn some respect knowing you shouldn't speak to a Lord that way. But I was the only one who could do the opposite. "Haelesa, you are the face of this house. Especially after everything came to the surface about your brother."

Slumping my shoulders I sighed at his words. "I know it's for the good of our house."

"Then you understand why I am training like you are the heir I never got to have." He rose from his chair coming to stand in front of me. "You may have been born a woman but you have the spirit and blood of a noble man coursing through your veins."

With no motherly figure in my life I suppose I did appreciate all the unladylike things he had taught me. "I understand, father. It just gets tiresome after a while."

"I know my sweet girl. I'm sorry. Just trust me when I say this will pay off in the long run." He puts his hands on my shoulders before I embrace him in a hug. It was all up to me for our House to survive.

Drawing open a book that I had kept hidden inside of my cloak when we were captured by Stark soldiers. Footsteps approached me yet I didn't notice their presence until the person spoke, the voice belonging to Robb. "There you are. I've been looking for you."

"Shouldn't you be attending your war meeting and focusing your attention on defeating the Lannisters instead of searching for me." I lifted my head up from the book.

Robb responded, meeting my gaze. "The meeting was short, especially when I noticed your absence."

"A lady should not concern herself with the art of war," I've been told by Chezney's mother." I mimicked her very proper voice as best as I could.

Robb smiled at me. "From what I gather you'd rather be the opposite of the proper lady."

"That's true, yes." I clicked my tongue, putting my attention back on the book. "I must do what is right for the sake of my dying house."

Robb stepped closer to the young girl eyeing the book pages that I was so invested in. He couldn't quite understand what the language was but he was impressed that she seemed to. "What language are you so invested in, my lady?"

"Old Velaryon. The language of my house and the members of House Targaryen. The language is now dead since most who spoke it are now passed. But my father still taught each of his children it."

Robb gestures with his extended hand down to me. "Hmm would you care to share some of the language with me?"

"Of course. Just not out in the open. I don't want your men to think I am someone who can't be trusted because I speak an unknown language around here. They already don't trust me and Chezney being here."

Robb tilted his head to the side still holding his hand out till he could pull me up to stand. "Then let's go somewhere more privately and discuss it. I've been wanting to take a walk to clear my head anyhow." Together we walked out of the camp area and kept going forward in a comfortable silence that I didn't believe I ever felt around Jaime Lannister.

The wind blew my hair in front of my face till I tucked it behind my ear. "So what do you want to discuss in the book?"

"How about we start with the basics. Like just saying our names and house introductions." Robb offers tapping the edge of the book in my arms. "Then maybe later on you can teach me the more complicated stuff."

I nod my head in agreement, beginning to flip through a couple of pages. "I think that's a good plan. So it would be - Issa brozi iksos haelesa hen lentor velaryon." ( my name is Haelesa Velaryon )

"Issa brozi iksos Robb hen lentor Stark - is that right?" Robb was slow on the words coming out but nonetheless he actually managed to say the sentence correctly.

I smiled, tucking the book underneath my arm once I had shut it closed wishing to just talk to him now since we rarely got to be alone. "Yes, that's actually perfect. I'm impressed, Robb."

"Maybe it had something to do with my teacher." He teased me, forming a smirk on his lips and he stepped closer to me where I had to lift my head up to look him in the eye.

I parted my lips feeling my face turning slightly red realizing how close our faces were from the other. "Robb, I - I don't know what to say." I knew what Chezney would tell me to say at this moment. He should know what I wrote in the letter to Joella even if he didn't feel the same. But we were in a time of war, I'm not sure telling my feelings that I may not even understand myself would do much good.

"Haelesa, I-" Robb trailed off shifting his gaze onto mine.

I released a breath, not sure what I should do. "Robb."

He didn't utter another word and instead leaned his head downward towards my lips. To my surprise I leaned forward up on my toes to get closer to him. Robb touched the side of my face and I leaned into his palm. I hadn't ever kissed anyone but Jaime so I wasn't sure what I should be doing.

Robb finally closed the gap and our lips met with a sweet and uncertain kiss. I take a few steps closer to him trying to deepen the kiss we were sharing. Robb moved his other hand to my hip tugging me against his embrace until we heard a horse galloping up to where we stood. "Lord Stark. Lady Lannister."

"Uh yes." I broke the kiss avoiding the man on the horse's gaze.

Robb ran a hand through his auburn curls trying to regain his tough composure to one of his father's soldiers. "Do you have some news to tell me?"

"Yes, my lord." The soldier informs the two of us. "We've captured a Lannister scout. He appeared to be counting the number of men we have."

Robb cleared his throat following the lord. "Put him in a different holding cell than the Kingslayer. Gather the leading Lords and my mother to the war tent." I watched him begin walking away but I waited a few minutes. I touched my lips with the ends of my fingers, smiling at the thought of kissing the young wolf again one day.

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