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          Lagertha is standing here nonchalantly, a cup in her hand, leaning against the beam of the tent outside. She glanced at the other Shieldmaiden that left the table she shared with Ragnar to join her own tent && of course, there was lust in the woman’s eyes for the handsome warrior who was Ragnar.      “I mean it. You do not owe me anything anymore, Ragnar. I am not your wife.”      && that was something they both forgot at times.  Old habits died hard.

          A small smile appeared on her lips, she stared at him for a second, before rolling her eyes at him.   “Insecure of what exactly?”      She shrugged both of her shoulder, her armor moving with her actions as she sipped some more mead.     “You do whatever please you, just like you always did back then.”     Lagertha had not helped it, remembering him even herself couldn’t stop him from it. “My attempts at keeping you for myself went unsuccessful. Why would you care now?” 

It’s time he returns home.

Robb isn’t sure how he feels about it. He misses home, of course, hasn’t seen it in four years. How he can’t wait for the sight of Winterfell, for the faces of his father and mother and siblings, to see how much they’ve grown since he left. He longs for the godswood and the heart tree, for the sight of snow falling and to finally not wake up at night anymore with sweat clinging to him because it’s so damn warm.

Those four years he spent with the Daynes, being a squire to Lord Lyonel, all the memories of home have been cradled in his heart. But the time he has spent in Dorne has inevitably left a mark on him as well. Robb has seen more of the Realm now than he thought he would in a whole lifetime, has lived in a culture so different to his own that it forced to open his mind about a great many things. Lord Lyonel has taken him on many trips around the most southern Kingdom, most of which lead them to Sunspear to his liege lord (accustoming Robb not just to heat and sand, but also to regular travels by ship).

Like this he has made the acquaintance of the Martells, Doran, Oberyn and Ellaria, the Sand Snakes, Princess Arienne and Prince Trystane, as well as many others. So Doran’s invitation to spend a few weeks at the Watergardens before he leaves for the cold North again doesn’t come entirely as a surprise, but as quite an honor. One that Robb doesn’t hesitate for a second to accept.

The place, he can freely admit, is a wonder. After Prince Doran received him and he’s been shown to the rooms that will be his for the duration of his stay, Robb has been free to wander around the place and take it all in, the beach and the waterways, all the plants and fountains.

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