𝚁𝙾𝚂𝙴 ° robb stark

𝗘𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓔𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽
𝑊𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑙

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Even from her room down the hall quite a ways, the loud music was heard from the Great Hall, along with the loud hollers and chattering of the Northerners. Their booming laughs and the upbeat songs that were played on the lutes.

She had always enjoyed feasts, being able to talk to people you wouldn't usually see and dress up in nice gowns to dance the night away in. But Adelaide knew that these festivities weren't going to be quite was she was used to.

Knowing the temperatures of the North, the southern lady was going to dress in one of the long sleeves dresses she had made before she left Highgarden, but her handmaiden was quick to dismiss that.

"Apologies, my lady," The brunette girl spoke up, seeing the dress the lady had pulled out of her chest. "I don't mean to contradict you, but..."

Adelaide gave the girl a gentle smile. "Speak your mind, Monroe. It's alright."

The handmaiden gave her a sheepish smile and moved towards the closet, where a few of her more summer type dresses were. "With so many people crowded into the Hall, it will actually get quite warm."

After looking for a moment, Monroe pulled out a simple, blush colored dress, which had a modest neckline and lace sleeves. She held it up for her lady to see and gave a sheepish smile.

"Might I recommend this?"

The blonde haired girl couldn't help but smile at her handmaiden. "It's perfect."

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The closer she got to the Great Hall, the less Adelaide could hear the soft clacking of her heels and the more she could hear just how loud the Northmen were. She almost flinched at a certain drunkard's volume when he echoed out a deep laugh, as did the men around him.

It was a different sight than she was used to, to say the least. Flagons of ale were being passed around as if they would run out of the drink, ladies of the evening were seen fawning over drunks, and there was a small band playing a joyous tune in the corner.

Even from her place by the door, she could see the heads of both houses, Stark and Tyrell, seated at the table on the dias. Though, it didn't appear that any of the Stark children were there, only the girl's older sister, who was talking softly to the Queen of Thornes.

"You'll have a much better time if you actually enter the festivities," A cocky voice said from beside her. She jumped at the action, not having expected it, but didn't turn her head to look at the boy, already knowing who it was.

"It's not very kind of you to go around spooking ladies, Loras." She said, her eyes glinting with playfulness.

"It isn't," He agreed quickly. "But it is just you, little sister."

Adelaide couldn't help but roll her eyes at her brother before she finally turned her head to look at him. It was clear he had just trimmed up before the feast, the small stubble he had grown from their travels gone and his handsome hair was falling to just about his shoulders.

"You clean up well," She said to him honestly, a small smile gracing her lips.

The older boy smiled back. "Why thank you, little one." He sighed softly, glancing over at the feast before sticking his arm out slightly towards his sister. "Shall we?"

Adelaide took a deep breath before she nodded and slid her hand into the crook of his elbow. "We shall."

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