𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐍.

dany:    @stovmborn

Perhaps in normal circumstances, Robb might have quipped that a king could not be told what to do (a joke, of course, for such things being said in all seriousness was most contrary to Robb’s character), but he was simply so pleased to have her here that all he could do was smile down at her as she came closer for another kiss. He savoured it, as he had savoured their last, even though all signs now pointed to the two of them being not very far away from being allowed to kiss like this whenever they so desired. It did not feel quite real yet, and he daren’t get his hopes up lest his plans come to naught. 

Her fingers travelling across his jaw brought his smile back. “You look much the same, although perhaps a little better of colour. The Reach seems to agree with you better than the Stormlands,” he said. He could only hope that they’d see the North together, and that she would grow as hardy as it itself was. He knew it had taken time for his mother, and the Riverlands had in no way as pleasant a climate as Margaery’s home. 

Margaery’s words reassured him. First impressions meant a great deal, which reminded them that they should not linger here for too long, lest someone become suspicious. He captured her lips in another quick kiss, before taking her arm and cautiously leading them out of their hiding place. “I think I will just about be able to behave myself,” he said lowly, now that they were back in open view once more - although most of the others had walked on with the rest of the Tyrell party. “Just about,” he smiled. “But I’m glad you think your father seems reassured. From what I have heard, he is no fool. A fool wouldn’t have allied with Renly, after all,” he said. Had it not been for the strange occurrences Robb had witnessed in the Stormlands, it would have been entirely probable for Renly to have a fair go at beating the Lannisters. Now that he was gone? Robb was the natural ally, he knew. As much as he cared for Margaery and wished to be her husband, to be hers for true, he knew the other side of things was as important for now. “My men have been reinvigorated at the thought of such a large army coming to fight with them,” he explained to her.

                  secrecy  –––  margaery had buried herself in it for as long as she could remember. to the tyrell, family meant a great deal and once upon a time, she would have done all within her ability to secure a fruitful alliance in marriage. not that a betrothal to the king in the north would have meant otherwise, though it may not have been the affiance that her father had originally desired. the closer they came to the crown, the better, though joffrey baratheon had proven to be cruel and impulsive. dangerous, even for a child of his age. unity was something that highgarden had prided themselves on  ;  their attitude to look after themselves and only themselves a strong attribute to somebody like her father. nevertheless, mace enjoyed power. his being yearned for it as though it was something that had been instilled within his veins, some may have even called it greed. 

joining house tyrell with house stark would still guarantee supremacy and reign. both robb and her father had a vendetta against the lannister family, their own motives a driving force in the very reason that her father had agreed to met with the young wolf and his army. but soon, he would grow to learn just why an alliance with robb stark would prove more useful than marrying her off to somebody who was as illegitimate as joffrey. it was no secret within the realm that he had obtained the golden mane and blue eyes of his mother, even if cersei refused it. 

allowing his lips to fight towards hers one last time, margaery gave a smile as their noses collided ever so slightly  –––  all memories of him flooding back to her, though they never truly left her at all. forearm threaded through his, dainty digits tracing across the leather that clad his body. apples flushed a rose pink colour as sapphire hues ignited  ;  like fine ice gleaming under direct sunlight.  “ well, please let me know if your heart favours otherwise. good behaviour is something that i have always struggled with myself, though i believe you are already very aware of that. ”  joyous giggles escape her lips, releasing into the air like bird song as her teasing quip left her tongue just as sweet as sugar.  “ a fool, he is not. my father is quite a clever man and if he is as truly clever as i believe him to be, he will see that there are strengths in your army, robb. he will see that an ally like you is an ally worth having. i will do what i can within my powers to convince him … he wishes to see the lannister’s removed from the capital, just as much you wish for your sisters to return home to you. ”