Marienne's Game Of Thrones- Robb Stark

A Feast and True Love

I couldn't help the gasp that escaped my newly lacquered red lips as I take in the sight of the main hall. Upbeat music played in time with the laughter, the candles scattered around lighting up the room. It had a sweet aroma, and an atmosphere that you could never hope to find in a feast at Kings Landing- Happiness. Joy.

I stand beside Cersei as we make our way down the cold, concrete steps that had been dressed in a red sheet for the occasion and into the hall, making sure not to drag Cersei's borrowed dress across the floor.

Cersei had gladly helped me get ready, constantly reminding me to 'remember my families words, 'power from secrets' and that whatever I can find out from Robb will make me as good as a Queen in her eyes.

Mahogany tables had been placed in rows leading down to the steps on the other side of the hall, where a much longer table stood for the Lannisters and the Starks to sit, including the King. Banners of the Stark, Baratheon and Lannister sigils were hung high above the rafters, looking down on everyone in the room.

Cersei leans into me, politely waving at Lady Catelyn at the long table. "Go find the Stark boy. I'll send Jaime if I need you." Cersei carries on making her way to the back, greeting those who come towards her as I stand still, looking for Robb.

He was all I seemed to think about, although I hardly know the boy. He kissed me earlier, and I've found myself wanting that feeling again.

"And tomorrow we shall hunt!" I see the King roaring with laughter, with what looks like an entire cooked chicken in one hand, while adjusting his grip on the waist of an unfamiliar woman with the other.

I sigh as I walk past him. No wonder Cersei is becoming more bitter with age, the King throws himself at any woman that is willing to have sex with him. At least she has Jaime. As messed up and horrid their relationship is, at least Jaime is there for her.

"Marienne!" I look left to see Sansa and Arya waving frantically to grab my attention, and gesturing towards their table. I place myself next to Sansa, with Arya resting her elbows on the table leaning towards us from the opposite side.

From where I sat, I was able to see Cersei conversing with Lady Stark whilst sadly watching her husband kiss the woman he was forcefully groping.

"Marienne! Robb hasn't shut up about you for the last hour!" Arya giggles playfully as she fiddles with a pea on her plate.

"Arya, be quiet!", Sansa shushes her sister and smiles at me, smoothing out a stray strand of her fierce red hair. "It is true though Marienne. I don't know what you did to my brother, but I have never heard him speak so highly of someone."

"Your brother welcomed us with open arms, so it is I who be praising him." My heartbeat begins to beat at an unruly pace at the thought of Robb speaking of me to his sisters, I hope he does not feel he shouldn't have kissed me. It gave me butterflies just thinking of him, a feeling I had never experienced until today.

"Marienne Stark has quite a nice ring to it, don't you guys think!" Arya chimes in, laughing at the glare she was receiving from her sister.

"Robb!" Arya cheers, "We were just talking about you!"

Robb, Jon and a boy who looked of a similar age to them both sat down on either side of Arya; Robb on her left, Jon and then the other boy on the right.

"All good things, I hope. Marienne, we didn't get to finish our conversation earlier as I recall." He holds my gaze for a few seconds with a small smile on his lips, until a dark green substance whips past my eye and onto a daydreaming Sansa's cheek.

"Arya!" Sansa yells, and the table erupts in laughter. I grab a napkin off the table to wipe whatever the substance was off of the tomato coloured Sansa.