The Rains Weep O'er Their Halls

[kingnamedstark]

Who: Robb Stark and YOU
Where: Outside of a bar
What: Arrival
When: 5/8
Warnings: Mentions of death and violence, ptsd. Drunken sex, NSFW.

[He isn't in the best mind frame as he's told where he is and that he is here for a reason. In his mind, he can still hear the "Rains of Castamere" and hear the screaming of his men. He can hear his mother begging for his life and see his wife on the floor. His death wrapped around him like a cloak, leaving him in a deep fog as he wanders, searching for something and nothing at the same time.

Eventually he finds somewhere that looks close enough to a tavern, but the act of opening the door is too much for his body, still sore and aching from his wounds. They may have healed, but he could still feel them. Some things couldn't be erased. With his hand on the door, he stands for a moment, staring at it, as though expecting it to warp and change.

There was someone next to him, but his thoughts are so jumbled, it's hard to make them out from the corner of his eye. He has to shake himself to remember he's blocking the entrance.]

I'm sorry. Am I in your way?

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[kingnamedstark]

[He wasn't really surprised. Women never really had much say in marriage, and his mother tried to make clear that neither did kings. That even the smallfolk had to follow expectations wasn't groundbreaking. They had more freedoms, but they still had families to please and honor, fathers and mothers to follow.

Knowing she had a husband though was slightly comforting. Apparently it wasn't for love and it seemed unlikely he'd care about this, but still, it wasn't simply his own vows he was betraying. It should discomfort him, but didn't.]

Your father would have done well with the Lannisters, so long as he didn't try to outwit them.

[jondrette]

[Comforting that it was, she and Montparnasse had never known the meaning of the word 'exclusive' or 'committed'. But now, she thought, perhaps things would be different here with her Robb.]

He would have. He was a smart man. A liar, and said many things to keep his life. A selfish, selfish man.

The Lannisters, are those who you fought?

[kingnamedstark]

They are. They said my father was a traitor and cut his head off. They beat and tortured my sister. They were the ones behind my death.

[They were willing to do anything to win, even break sacred oaths. How could he fight against that?]

They won in the end.

[jondrette]

Oh, yes. He would have supported them. His loyalty is easily brought to a winning side.

[She presses a kiss to his temple.]

I would have pledged my loyalty to you, all the same.

[kingnamedstark]

Without knowing what sort of king I am?

[It was touching how adoring she could be.]

[jondrette]

Any king is better than the King of France.

But I think you are a good king. A handsome one, with a sturdy crown, and a taste for whiskey same as I.

[kingnamedstark]

Whiskey dulls all other tastes and thoughts.

He shifted on the bed, feeling his body slowly give way to sleep.]

You don't mind my staying here? Truly?

[jondrette]

Truly. As long as you wish, Robb.

[She shifts with him, laying down further into the bed, allowing tension to slowly ebb from her bony shoulders.]

What is mine is yours.

[kingnamedstark]

[He nodded, letting his arm rest against her back as he finely settled and grew comfortable.

It didn't take long for sleep to find him and, thank the gods, there were no dreams.]

[ooc: End scene?]

[jondrette]

[She follows him soon thereafter, lulled to sleep by the rise and fall of his chest, and the rhythm of his heart.]

[end scene!]