[ his fists relax in her hands, uncurling without resistance. she bends down to kiss them and part of him thinks it to be wrong, a sweet gesture certainly but one of lower station. he swore to keep her secret, to protect her even if it means to lie, but still he struggles with the reality of that choice. that he must treat her like a stone and not a stark, at least in front of prying eyes.
robb smiles back at her, fingers brushing against her skin.
she is returned to him, his loving sister, and for that he is happy and guilty at the same time. he should have saved her sooner, he should have saved her and arya both. he still means to. ]
Will you walk with me? [ the feast suddenly feels more unsafe than before and robb desires to embrace his sister again, to hold her close for the first time in so long. ]
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robb smiles back at her, fingers brushing against her skin.
she is returned to him, his loving sister, and for that he is happy and guilty at the same time. he should have saved her sooner, he should have saved her and arya both. he still means to. ]
Will you walk with me? [ the feast suddenly feels more unsafe than before and robb desires to embrace his sister again, to hold her close for the first time in so long. ]