"M'Lady, I really think you should have Maester Luwin have a look at these," Melissa says, pointing to the wounds on my arms.
The bandages are wet and I know it's not sweat or blood, its pus.
When I woke up this morning, my arms felt achy, but I had brushed it off. Now that I see it, I know something's wrong.
I didn't go to breakfast this morning, not wanting to see a particular Stark.
I don't regret what happened last night, I'm just wondering if we're moving too fast.
On the same day I had arrived, I had kissed him. Not only just kissed him, but I had wanted more. But I stopped because I knew that if we had taken it any farther, I would've hated myself even more than I do right now.
I know I waited seven years for this, but my mother had forged into my mind the essence of courtship.
My grandmother had a different opinion on the matter and I know she'd be applauding me right now.
"I'll go see Maester Luwin," I give into my handmaiden. She smiles as she helps me with my dress.
It's a short-sleeve pink dress with silver, beaded flowers on the chest. It's one of my flowy dresses from home, but I also know I'll freeze in it if I go outside. Melissa finishes with my dress and I leave my chambers.
I decide to keep my hair down today, only because I don't feel like sitting in front of my vanity for 10 minutes.
As I walk down the corridors, I make sure Robb isn't near. I know it's childish of me to avoid him like this, but until I figure it out in my head, he'll just keep conflicting me.
I find Maester Luwin in the library, reading about the history of Westeros.
"Lady Rhea," he says as he notices my presence, "we seemed to have missed you at breakfast."
"Yes, I was quite tired from my journey," I lie.
"What can I do for you," he asks.
I walk over to him and show him the bandages.
"I think I'll take you up on your offer," I say with a weak smile.
The expression on his face, however, concerns me.
"Do they hurt," he asks as he examines them lightly.
"They ache," I admit.
He gets up from his chair and leads me out of the library towards the infirmary.
"Have they been oozing pus for a while," he asks as we walk.
"No, it started this morning," I answer.
"Good," he says, "you must've ripped the skin open." We reach the infirmary just as I hear someone call my name.
"Lady Rhea," Theon calls out, walking towards Maester Luwin and me.
"Theon," I plead with him, "please pretend you never saw me."
"But Robb-" I cut him off before he can continue.
"Please Theon," I say, giving him the best begging look I could.
He sighs and nods his head, "fine, but you owe me." I smile and nod my head before walking into the infirmary.
Maester Luwin immediately starts to grab bottles and cloths from the tables.
"Are you wearing an underdress," he asks.
"Yes," I answer.
"Good," he says, "you might want to take the top one off." He gives me a look and I catch on.
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The Dangers of Westeros
FanfictionFor seven years, she has kept her feelings hidden. For seven years, his feelings have built up inside of him. She'll do anything to get back to him, but a Lady's place is where her Lord father tells her. He'd do anything to see her again, but he...
