𝚁𝙾𝚂𝙴 ° robb stark

𝗡𝗶𝗻e

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓝𝓲𝓷𝓮
𝑊𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑙

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The hall was filled to the brim with people. Dozens of rowdy men and seductive women mingled around, and Loras led her through the easily. Her eyes roamed freely, a small smile gracing her lips as she took in it all. The Highgarden girl has never seen such a feast as this before.

"I must go, little sister," She heard her brother's voice next to her ear just faintly, due to the loudness of the hall. Turning her head, she simply gave him a nod, while he pointed more towards the back of the large room. "You're lord is over that way."

Without giving her a chance to respond, Loras walked away from the girl, who stood with her cheeks flushed in the middle of a crowd. Adelaide quickly shook her flustered state away and turned to make her way deeper into the hall.

She had managed to dodge a lot of the elbows or hands that came flying out as she walked. But she couldn't very well avoid the large man that took multiple steps back, pushing her over.

Yelping slightly in shock, she tried to catch her footing, before she was pushed into a firm chest. Soft chuckling filled her ears, causing her to look up and see the dark color of the Tully curls.

"Are you alright, Adelaide?" The Stark boy questioned, with voice laced with worry despite his amusement that he let out just a moment ago.

The heat rushed back to her cheeks, noticing Robb's hands that rested on her to help the girl steady herself; one on her elbow and the other on her waist. Her eyes, that had been roaming around to avoid his gaze, finally met his blue orbs.

She gave him a small smile, recovering slightly. "Yes. Yes, of course." The girl places her hand on his chest, pushing herself up slightly. "Thank you, my lord."

"I told you," He said with a smile that matched hers. "Just Robb."

"Of course...Robb."

The boy held out his arm. I was just heading back to my table. Care to join me?"

The girl flushed a deeper shade of red, she was sure, before taking his arm and allowing him to lead her back to the bench. When they arrived, a lean boy across the table smirked before speaking.

"The little lord is back, fellas." He picked up his drink as a couple of the people he had been talking to turned to look. "And he's brought a lady friend."

Robb let his arm fall, but he was quick to rest an arm against her lower back and gesture to the bench, helping the girl to sit. "Shut your mouth, Greyjoy," He responded without looking away from the girl.

As soon as the eighteen year old situated himself down beside the lady, he poured and handed her a goblet filled with what seemed to be wine. She thanked him as the boy turned to face his friend.

"Adelaide, this is Theon Greyjoy." He introduced the two. "My father's ward and my life long friend."

The girl gave a sweet smile to the boy. "It's a pleasure, my lord."

The smirk still hadn't fallen from Greyjoy's face as he lifted his goblet to his lips. "Believe me, my lady; the pleasure is all mine."

Not even a silence followed his comment before Robb stood from his seat. "How about a dance, my lady?" He asked as he held his hand out.

Adelaide's eyes drifted over to where people had been dancing. A joyous, upbeat dance that she wasn't sure where to even start on. Twirling and bouncing and skipping.

"I..." She shook her head slightly and, with a nervous smile, turned back to Robb. "I can't. I don't know how to, I'm afraid."

"I'll teach you, then," He said, his hand still outstretched.

And so, with full trust in the boy she was soon to marry, the Tyrell girl rested her hand in his larger palm and allowed him to lead her into the crowd.