KENJRICK STARK:The Lycan Lord

II: I'll keep all your secrets if you keep mines

Kenjrick Stark POV

Dinner went rather smoothly. Soon, the table was cleared, and father excused himself as he wanted to speak to Lady Olenna. Mother went to tend to the children after seeing Arya running after Nymeria wearing a helmet when she was supposed to already have been in bed; Sansa went with her, offering to help reign in our wild sister.

"Well Loras, what do you say we show you around?" Robb offered giving him a charming grin he often reserved for whomever he was wooing at the time. "I know this little tavern is perfect for a nightcap."

"Aye, I would love to." Loras grins, standing to his feet. "One grows tired of wine; it's like water in Highgarden." Robb chuckles at his statement and throws an arm around Loras' shoulders, guiding him from the table.

I smirk, sipping down the last of my drink as I watch the two, knowing all too well Robb was like a hunter, and Loras his current prey. He cared not who saw him, for everyone knew Robb was a man and could kill one with his bare hands, whom he bedded did not matter so long as he fulfilled his duty when the time came; lucky for my dear brother he could enjoy both men and woman so that would not be a problem.

"Lucky for you this tavern only serves ale, ice. Cold. delicious ale." Robb says in a dreamy voice, giving Loras that charming smile that made all of Winterfell swoon.

"Jon? You coming, little brother?"

"I'll pass, I need to get rest if I'm going hunting with the King and the Lord of the Hunt," Jon says, making me scoff.

"You could sleep all day and night and you still wouldn't be ready." I jap, making him laugh and punch my shoulder as he walks by.

"This time I'll be ready." He promises, although we both know it's in vain, that my dear brother is a better swordsman than he was a hunter. "Hopefully I'll at least outshine the Golden Prince."

"Heh! You don't even need a nap for that one dear brother." Robb Japs.

"Try not to get too sauced this time Robb," I call out, "We both know you look like a newborn babe on a horse when you've had too much drink."

"A dashing babe." He calls over his shoulder. "Besides, Loras will let me ride with him if need be, won't you? My lord?" Robb grins at a blushing Loras, who seems at a loss for words.

I watch as they walk out of the dinner hall, the grand door swinging until finally it shuts, the sounds of their laughter fading away. I hadn't realized that I was still with Lady Margaery until I felt sharp nails beginning to glide up the veins on my arm, sending thick chills down my spine. Suddenly I am fully aware that it is only my betrothed and I; her scent grows stronger when I turn my head to come face to face with her gorgeous one, our faces mere inches apart.

"And then there were two." She whispers, a smirk on her red lips. Her eyes slowly drank me in like im the wine she was just drinking, taking in my everything with a simple dance of her eyes, and I took in her letting my eyes wander unashamed just as she was.

"Mmm." I hum and put down my cup, feeling the effects of the wine begin to warm my body and make my head feel lighter. "Is it proper to be left alone before our wedding day? The scandal will ring from here to the Wall."

"I do hope the Old Gods understand." Margaery japs playing along with me, her nails still lightly dragging across my skin, making me lowly purr. "I mean how else am I supposed to learn of the man I am to marry?"

"Aye, I agree," I smirk, looking into her large eyes that seemed to hold me hostage. "But I think that defeats the purpose of a betrothal."

"A betrothal that you are not keen on." She counters.