𝚁𝙾𝚂𝙴 ° robb stark

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𝐻𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑛

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After the walk with her brother, Adelaide returned back to her chambers, her feet sore from the shoes she had worn. Her blonde hair was tossed by the wind, yet still managed to stay decently in its updo.

"Dinner is in a half, my lady." The brunette handmaiden said as she appeared from the closest, holding one of the girl's dinner gowns in her hand and a small smile on her face.

Monroe looked away from the gown only to see the distant look that the younger girl, only by a year, wore on her face as she looked in the mirror of her small vanity.

"Are you alright, my lady?"

Looking up from where she was twiddling with her hairbrush, the Tyrell girl met her friend's eyes through the mirror, putting a smile on. "Yes, Monroe; I'm alright. And I've told you many times, just call me Adelaide."

"You seem to be thinking a lot, Adelaide." The handmaiden set the dress down on the bed before making her way over to her lady, starting to remove the pins and flowers from her hair. "What is on your mind?"

The room was then filled with the sound of a soft sigh coming from the lady. "I'm just thinking about what my brother said; about the suitor my father is interested in."

"Oh."

"And I just don't understand it. I mean, Margaery is the eldest; naturally, she should be married first." The girl let out another sigh. "I just don't see why father isn't marrying her to this lord he seemed to be fond of."

Silence passed between the two girls, both thinking about the suitor, but on entirely different thought paths. The only thing that could be heard was the occasion, soft clink as Monroe placed the hair pins into a metal tray.

"Have you ever thought," The handmaiden spoke up after a few moments, catching the green eyes of the lady through the mirror. "That maybe the reason Margaery isn't getting married to this lord is because of age?"

Adelaide furrowed her brows before turning around to look at the older girl. "What do you mean?"

"Well, Margaery is nearly four years your senior, correct?" A nod of confirmation from the lady allowed Monroe to continue. "So, maybe this lord is younger than your sister, and your father thought it would be smarter to marry his younger daughter to him instead of older."

The more the Tyrell thought about the girl's words, the more it made sense. I mean, if the lord was older, their father would've married Margaery off to him without a second thought. She always thought of lords as old, fat men. But that was mainly because all the southern lords were, or at least the ones she had seen.

She had never even considered the lord to be young and nimble as herself.

With this new hope from Monroe's word, the lady finished getting ready for the nightly dinner with her family, a small smile gracing her lips.