#robbstark

But that was more than expected, considering the state they were in. The room was hot –too hot for his taste, but his lady liked it that way— and she was completely naked except for one of the furs she had pulled up to her chest while she sat in front of him in the bed, hugging her knees. Robb couldn’t help but lean forward to press his lips to her bare shoulder, biting back a smirk.

“You can’t even see what I’m doing.”

“I can feel it.” Her hand shot back to feel the braid he had been battling with. “And it’s supposed to be tighter.”

“I tried to make it tighter, and you said it hurt.”

“Because that was too tight,” she whined. “And my skin is sensitive, you know that.”

“Did we not put that behind us when—” He let out a laugh as she reached back to push at his arm. “It was a mere question.”

She made a noise of disagreement, then took a deep breath and cleared her throat.

“Speaking of questions,” she said. “I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”

Robb hummed, still trying to decide which section of hair went above which.

“Is Jon by any chance sad that Malory left?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Because it came to my attention he was rather happy at our wedding, and he was actually talking to people.”

“It came to your attention even though you were drunk beyond words?” he taunted her, dodging her hand when she reached back to push at his shoulder. “I don’t think he is interested in Lady Malory, my love.”

“Is he interested in anyone else?”

“I doubt it.”

“But how do you not know for sure?” she insisted. “He’s your brother.”

“Do you know everything about Silas’ affairs?”

“Yes.”

“Is it not difficult to keep track when there are so many people?”

She shrugged her shoulders while he put a section of hair on top of other, then undid it and put it under the other.

“I have so many friends who were rather interested in him,” she told him. “At our wedding. And I was wondering, if his heart doesn’t belong to anyone already…”

“Sansa used to make me do this with three sections, not two.”

“This one is more difficult—so he has never fallen in love?” she asked. “Nobody has captured his attention all this time?”

“Not really,” he muttered, his whole attention on the braid while he pulled the two pieces apart. “But things are more complicated for him, you know that. Him being in love with a lady would bring many things to consider if there was any courtship.”

She scoffed. “The North is so different than what I’m used to.”

“I’m certain it’s the same in the south as well.”

“Not in the Reach, and definitely not in Dorne,” she said. “Besides, you’re telling me Jon simply decided not to fall in love because of the circumstances of his birth?”

He tried to untangle the knot of his own doing as subtly as possible. “Mm hm.”

“I used to think differently, but I don’t believe matters of heart can be controlled.”

“Not in the south perhaps,” he taunted her with a grin, causing her to look at him over her shoulder with a frown. “It’s not tangled, I just put the wrong piece on—”

“So you would not love me if we met and weren’t betrothed?”  

 A huff of laughter left him, but his heart dropped to his stomach when he saw his lady’s frown deepening as she pulled back to see him better, no sign of playfulness on her expression.

“Wh—no!” he said in a rush. “Why would you think that?”

“That’s what you’re insinuating.”

“I don’t insinuate things, we’ve been over this.”

“Fine, then you’re directly telling me that you would not—Robb!” The rest of her sentence was swallowed by a surprised screech when he grabbed her by the waist to pull her under him, a wide grin pulling at his lips. She bit back her smile and scrunched up her nose, trying her hardest to glare at him as he brushed her hair off her face.

“If we were not betrothed—”

“It wouldn’t change anything,” Robb finished her sentence for her. “My heart belongs to you, you know that.”

“But if, let’s say, your family had betrothed you to someone else, and then we met?” she insisted. “Would you have gone through with that arrangement?”

He couldn’t.

He knew he couldn’t.

Despite his upbringing, despite the honor and duty, despite the expectations placed upon him before he was even born, he couldn’t spend his life with anyone else but her. His life was already divided into before and after her, and the idea of spending his life with anyone else when she was the rightful ruler of his heart was nothing short of a nightmare, so he shook his head, looking down at her.

“Never.”

“Never?” She narrowed her eyes like she was trying to see whether he was lying. “And what of duty?”

He swallowed thickly, then shook his head again.

“It leaves the room when you enter.”

That seemed to coax a smile out of her, every sign of her anger from earlier washing off her beautiful face like waves of the sea on a shore. He dipped his head to brush his lips against hers, the sweet taste of her more enticing than air itself as her fingers curled in his hair, desire dripping down his spine and stirring back to life—

A frustrated growl left him when someone knocked on the door, pulling them both out of the haze.

“Leave!” he called out as she squeezed at his arm.

“Be nice!” she whispered, but then turned her head when the familiar voice of her maid carried into the room from behind the closed door.

“My lady, I apologize for the interruption but your presence is required.” Her maid paused for a moment. “It’s your father. He has fallen ill.”

Lord Greensted’s voice assuring everyone he was alright could be heard from the hallway even before they reached his door, which Robb figured was a good sign, but his lady was in too much of a hurry to even notice that. She rushed through the door and made her way to her father without sparing a glance at the rest of the crowd, crouching down by his chair to grasp his hand, her skirts fanning around her.

“Father?”

“I’m alright, my flower.” He pinched her cheek in an assuring manner while Robb nodded at his parents in the room, clasping his hands behind him. “I told them not to alarm you.”

“While you’re ill?”

“I’m not ill,” he told her and turned to Robb with an amused chuckle. “It’s your responsibility to pull her back from distress now, you know.”

“She loves you way too much to listen to a word I say, Lord Greensted.”

“But what’s happened?” she insisted, her eyes darting between Silas and Arys while Cliff squeezed Perceon’s shoulder like he wanted to remind him he was still there. Braxton went over to the window as if he wanted to get some air, and Silas cleared his throat.

“He got dizzy after breakfast—”

 “Only for a moment.”

“And this is exactly why I’ve been telling you that you need to try to be healthier,” Arys pointed out and Lord Greensted waved a dismissive hand in the air. “So that you don’t get dizzy.”

“Maester Luwin is preparing something for him,” his mother assured her as Elinor muttered something in Alton’s ear that made him look over his shoulder, but before he could do anything, Silas made his way to join Braxton by the window. Whatever he said to Braxton was too soft and low for anyone else to hear it, and Braxton swallowed thickly, then nodded his head. “He says there’s nothing to worry about.”

“I’m also saying there’s nothing to worry about.”

“You’re not a maester,” she told her father before turning to Arys. “What do you think?”

“I think it’s a sign for him to take better care of himself,” Arys said. “All this eating and drinking whatever you want, father…”

“Let me live, will you?”

“I told you it was too early to leave, Garmund,” Robb’s father said. “This is your gods giving you a sign.”

“Can’t they send a more pleasant sign?”

“Surely you’re not planning on leaving before you’re fully recovered,” his lady said and Lord Greensted squeezed her hand.

“There’s nothing to recover from, I’m alright.”

“Not to worry, we’ll keep him here until he’s recovered no matter what he says,” his father gave her an assuring smile. “I’ll put men by his door if needed.”

“Lord Stark?” A footman entered the room with Maester Luwin. “Lord Glower asks for counsel if you’re not busy.”

“Go,” Lord Greensted said. “Please. I’m fine, and do tell Lord Glower I’ll beat him on our next hunt.”

“Father, you’re not going on a hunt!” his lady insisted while his father chuckled.

“He’ll take it as a challenge, just so you know,” he told Lord Greensted. “Robb.”

“I’ll be there in a minute, father.”

His father walked out of the room, and his lady watched Maester Luwin give a cup filled with some sort of draught to Lord Greensted.

“He’ll be alright, will he not?”

“He just needs some rest in his bed, my lady,” Maester Luwin said. “That is all.”

 “We should all leave you to rest, I’m certain the crowd isn’t helping,” his mother added, making Lord Greensted nod fervently.

“Thank you, my lady.”

“Come, everyone. Your father needs some peace and quiet while he rests.”

Once Lord Greensted made his way to bed, all the brothers left the room one by one even though Robb could tell they didn’t really want to. His lady stole a look at the door, then took a deep breath and stepped closer to Robb.

“I’ll stay.”

Lord Greensted heaved a sigh. “Blossom…”

“I’ll tell you all about the rumors I’ve heard at the wedding, father,” she said. “Every house of the Reach. You like hearing tales of scandals, it’ll be like the old times!”

 Robb nuzzled into her hair, cradling her cheek in his palm. “Would you like me to stay as well?”

“Your father requires your presence, Robb,” Lord Greensted reminded him. “And you’ve heard my daughter. We’ll gossip about the Reach, apparently.”

 Robb bowed his head with a chuckle.

“I’ll leave you to it then,” he said, and traced her cheekbone with his thumb. “Send for me if you need me, alright my love?”

She offered him a small smile and squeezed his wrist. “I will, thank you.”

“Get well soon, Lord Greensted,” he told him before he kissed his lady on the forehead, walked out of the room and closed the door behind him to join Silas and Arys. Cliff led Braxton and Perceon out of the hall while Elinor and Alton stood by the corner, talking in whispers. Any observer could tell Alton was shaken, but the tension on his shoulders seemed to dissipate a little when Elinor lifted their joined hands to press her lips on his knuckles, a tiny smile flickering over Alton’s face. Robb averted his gaze immediately and cleared his throat.

“Maester Luwin is really good at what he does,” he told Silas. “If he says it’s not dangerous, I doubt it is.”

“No I know.” Silas bit inside his cheek. “I know.”

“He’s not used to northern food,” Arys told Silas. “And you’ve been here for a month. And he goes on hunts yes, but that’s the only exercise he does. With all that eating and drinking as if he’s still a young man, it’ll catch up to him eventually.”

“He’s not travelling until he feels better, I don’t care what he says.”

“Of course not.”

“My mother can tell the cooks to make whatever dish he eats back in the Reach,” Robb said while Alton made his way to them. “Would it help?”

“It wouldn’t hurt,” Arys said. “That’s actually a good idea, I’ll ask Lady Stark. Thanks Robb.”

“Don’t mention it. I told you before, my lady’s family is my family.”

“Hey.” Alton greeted them. “Silas, do you know if there are any letters from the Reach that needs father’s attention? He mentioned an issue in one of the smaller fields, which one was it?”  

Silas gawked at him for a couple of seconds in complete silence, then scoffed a laugh and shook his head.

“I’m gonna walk away before I punch you,” he muttered and stormed out of the hallway without sparing him another glance. Arys raised his brows while Alton let out a breath, then threw his hands up in the air in frustration.

“What did I say now?” he asked Arys. “It’s my responsibility to step up while father is ill. What does Silas expect me to do?”

“Showing any sign of concern would be a good start.”

“Of course I’m concerned!” Alton defended himself. “Have you forgotten he’s my father as well?”

Arys shrugged his shoulders. “Have you?”

It seemed like Alton wanted to retort, but then he changed his mind and stomped away from them both, turning the corner that led to the stairs. Arys clicked his tongue, then gave Robb a grin.

“Welcome to the family.”

“Listen, I get it,” Robb said. “I really do, but he does have a point. That’s what he’s supposed to do right now as the heir, my father would expect the same of me if he were ill.”

Arys heaved a sigh, then leaned back to the wall and stole a look at the end of the hallway Silas had stormed off to.

“I don’t know,” he muttered. “I can’t help but agree with Perce sometimes. In our family, the gods chose the wrong son to be the firstborn.”

Thankfully his father’s meeting with Lord Glover hadn’t taken that long. Maester Luwin had said Lord Greensted was feeling much better after the draught he had given him, so Robb decided he would sit with Theon and Jon in the yard until his father sent for him again. He was pretty distracted from the conversation while he tried to figure out when he could see his lady, yet Theon’s comment about one of the girls he had danced with back at the wedding snapped his attention back to them, his head whipping up.

“Jon,” he cut Theon’s nonsense off while Grey Wind and Ghost playfully chased each other in the yard. “Has uh…has anyone caught your eye at the wedding?”

Jon blinked a couple of times, gawking at him.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, Theon danced with people, so have you.”

“Barely.”

“But the whole Reach was here,” Robb said while Theon leaned back with a grin on his face. “And you know, since I’m wed now…”

“What, that means I’m supposed to wed as well?”

“Aye.” Robb nodded while Jon’s eyes widened. “Your time is coming.”

“My time is not coming!”

“I don’t understand why everyone is so terrified of marriage,” Robb mused while Theon gave him an incredulous look. “It’s the most perfect thing anyone ever came up with.”

“Just over a moon ago, you were sitting right here and whining about your betrothal,” Theon reminded him. “You were terrified.”

“I was not terrified!”

“Do you remember his face when you asked what he’d do if she turned out to be ugly?” Jon asked Theon, making him let out a laugh.

“I’ll remember it forever.”

“And look at me now,” Robb said. “She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and I’m happy beyond words.”

“We got that Robb, you barely let the poor girl out of your bedchambers.”

Robb ignored the remark.

“What about Lady Malory?”

“She’s nice.”

“Who was that other lady you danced with, Snow?”

“Lady Florys,” Jon answered Theon. “She’s nice too.”

“Come on, there’s no way no one was to your liking.” Robb paused, frowning at him. “Jon, is there…is there a lady already? Here in the North?”

Jon averted his gaze to look around the yard, rubbing the back of his neck. “Just because you’re in love, doesn’t mean everyone else has to be in love.”

“What my lady and I have is deeper than such simple terms,” Robb said. “But that’s not what I’m talking about.”

“A lot of girls caught my interest at the wedding,” Theon said and Robb grimaced.

“That’s no news, Theon.”

“No seriously, there was this really pretty one, from House Lyberr or something?”

Jon’s eyes caught something in the yard, but by the time Robb turned his head to see what he was looking at, the only familiar person in the yard was Silas who was making his way into the keep. Jon pursed his lips, then feigned a cough and stood up.

“I’ll find you two later.”

“Where are you going?”

“I have this—thing.” Jon motioned vaguely in the direction of the keep. “I’ll talk to you later, alright?”

He walked away from them without so much as a glance back, and both Robb and Theon tilted their heads at the same time while Jon caught up to Silas.

“We would know if he had a lady, would we not?” Robb asked and Theon hummed.

“For sure.”

“You think he’d tell us?”

“Even if he didn’t, it’d be very obvious,” Theon said. “He’d probably follow her around like a lost pup.” 

Robb shrugged his shoulders and scratched at Grey Wind’s head when the direwolf stepped closer to him.

“I guess you’re right,” he muttered as Silas and Jon entered the keep. “I mean, when has Jon ever been subtle?”

Later in the afternoon he had to drop by Wintertown per his father’s request, and by the time he was back, it was nearly dinner time. He caught the sight of his lady talking to Wylla Manderly after one glance into the Great Hall—he was beginning to think finding her in a crowd was a skill he was developing fast—so he immediately made his way inside, gave Wylla an acknowledging nod and touched the small of his lady’s back. She was quick to excuse herself, a happy smile lighting up her face before she tugged his wrist so that he would follow her to a far corner of the hall, away from the crowd.

“You’re back!”

“I am.” Robb cupped her cheek in his palm and kiss her temple, her sweet scent like a remedy to the torturous hours he had spent away from her presence. “How’s your father?”

“He’s alright, but—” She frowned up at him with a pout. “Arys all but kicked me out of the room!”

Robb had to control the laugh threatening to climb his throat upon her petulant whine. “Did he?”

“Maester Luwin was being so nice, letting me stay there while my father slept, and then Arys came and said father had to rest and I had to leave. And I wasn’t even making any noise while he slept, I was just sitting there reading my book!”

The corners of his mouth twitched in amusement. “Is that right?”

“And Cliff took his side.”

Robb shook his head in a solemn manner. “Betrayal.”

“It really is!” she insisted and huffed out. “Anyway, what about you? What did you do whole day? I asked around when I left my father’s chambers, and Sansa said you had gone to Wintertown.”

“My father sent me,” he said. “And hey, guess what I’ve learned before that?”

“Hm?”

“Jon isn’t in love with anyone.”

She tilted her head. “…Oh?”

“I asked him,” he said. “Which wasn’t even needed, to be honest. I would know if a lady caught his interest.”

She raised her brows, then blinked a couple of times and pursed her lips like she was trying not to smile.

“Would you?”

“Certainly.”

“So uh—” She stole a look around the room as if she was trying to find a familiar face before she turned her glances to him. “So no one at the wedding was to his liking?”

“He’s not the type to—no offense to the southerners in the room,” he added with a grin, “but he’s not the type to like a southern lady.”

She heaved a dramatic sigh.

“Very well. Not a southern lady then.”

Robb let his gaze slip to her lips, then down to the soft swell of her chest, pushed up by the tight laces of her gown. His hand found hers again so that he could drag his fingertips over her soft palm, his mind far away from the hall and the crowd, the memory of her gasping underneath him—

She dug her nails into his hand as if warning him.

“Robb.”

He gave her a mischievous grin. “I’m not doing anything.”

“I can see you doing something in your mind.”

That coaxed a chuckle out of him while he reached out to play with the small pendant of her necklace. “And what am I doing in my mind?”

“Something very improper.”

“Funny, I remember you singing a very different tune last night—”

She flailed her hands, her eyes widening. “Shh!”

“Or this morning—” He gave a laugh when she pushed at his arm and he caught her hand, pulling her closer to him. “I’m merely reminiscing!”

“My lord.” A servant approached him. “Your father requests your presence.”

Robb managed to not groan in annoyance before he found his eyes fell upon his father who was now talking to one of the few remaining southern guests. He had no idea who the lady was, but he nodded anyway and laced his fingers through his lady’s.

“Your father didn’t request my presence,” she reminded him and he winked at her.

“I could barely see you today, I’m not letting you out of my sight.”

When they reached his father, he only gave them a nod of acknowledgement before he turned to the lady.

“Thank you for your kind words, Lady Bulwer.”

“Of course!” Lady Bulwer said. “May the seven give him rest. Jon Arryn may have had his flaws as the Hand of the King, but the gods know any man would crack under such pressure.”

Robb looked from Lady Bulwer to his father, whose annoyance flashed on his face at the mention of Jon Arryn’s flaws. His lady rested her head on his arm, a pleasant warmth spreading in his chest at the simple gesture, distracting him from the conversation.

“The King’s Landing could make a septon question his ways, and I for one believe as long as the Hand does his job, his vices should be judged by no—”

“Lady Bulwer!” His lady gave her a bright smile. “How is Ser Medwick? My brother talks of him being such a worthy opponent in the jousts, yet we haven’t seen him for a year! He’s alright, I hope?”  

Lady Bulwer stared at her for a couple of seconds as if she was taken by surprise, and opened her mouth to answer, then closed it again and cleared her throat.

“He’s alright.”

“Ser Loras was asking the other day how long his vacation would last,” his lady stated. “He’s such a beloved knight among his peers, they’re all looking forward to his return I’m sure.”

Lady Bulwer let out a nervous laugh.

“He is,” she said and feigned a gasp. “Oh! I see that my husband is looking for me, if you’ll excuse me.”

She made her way to the other side of the hall, and both Robb and his father turned to look at his lady at the same time. She raised her brows at the sight of their quizzical expressions, then shrugged her shoulders.

“What?”

“What was that?” Robb asked and her lady rolled her eyes.

“I just don’t believe one should be throwing around the word ‘vices’ when her own firstborn and heir owes money to every single person in the Reach because he loves gambling too much,” she said silkily. “To the point that he had to be sent away to the Free Cities so as not to bring any more dishonor to his house.”

His father looked as if he was battling with a smile and his lady turned her head when Sansa called out her name.

“Oh I almost forgot, Sansa wanted to talk to me about her new gown,” she said and pecked Robb on the cheek. “I’ll be back. Have a nice evening, Lord Stark. Do send for me if anyone else from the Reach bothers you.”

She walked away from them, her steps light and smooth like a dance, the skirt of her pretty gown gliding on the floor. Robb felt a grin curl his lips and his father let out a chuckle, then clasped his hand on Robb’s shoulder.

“Your lady wife wields a dagger behind her words.”  

Robb nodded, still grinning.

“She does,” he said, unable to drag his gaze away from her. “I think she is the best warrior in the realm when it comes to that.”

“Your mother said she’s received another letter asking about courting her.” Theon crunched into the apple and looked across the yard to where Y/N was giggling with Sansa.

Robb rolled his eyes, “How many men could possibly be asking about her?”

“Many I assume, she’s grown into quite the beauty. Any man could see that.”

“I don’t think she’s that special.” Robb looked her over. He supposed she was pretty, long hair with doe eyes that made her appear almost innocent, she was objectively lovely but, “She’s too rude though.”

“Only to you,” Jon laughed, “she’s rather sweet to me.”

Robb furrowed his brows. Jon wasn’t wrong. Him and Y/N had always bickered with one another, but somehow hearing this pointed out by his brother left him feeling a dull hurt. He looked across the yard to her smiling face and for a moment he wished she would give him such a look.

“I have half a mind to court her myself.” Theon grinned. “Or perhaps just ask her if she’d like —“

“Shut up.” Robb snapped.

“He’s looking at you.” Sansa glanced over to the three boys in the training yard. They were all taking a moment to rest before they picked their swords up and began training again.

“They're all looking.”

“Yes, but not the way Robb is looking.”

“And what way is that?” I glanced over to where the three of them were, Robb in the center with Jon and Theon on either side, and for a brief moment I met Tully blue eyes.

A Lannister can often be described as cunning, scheming, regal, selfish, rich, and protective of their own.

Lady Elyana. Gold ringlets. Emeralds for eyes. Shapely. Motherly. Determined. The precious jewel. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙇𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨.

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❝AGE

─18 ❞

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❝FACECLAIM

─ Holliday Grainger❞

❝PERSONALITY

─ caring - cunning - passionate - multi-faceted❞

Her greatest gift is knowing how to listen and help others. Very precise and tidy, she puts rigor and determination in everything she does. She does not lack the curiosity to also inquire about aspects that do not fall within her personal interests.

Elyana is also a person attached to memories, to the past, and if she feels a danger or a difficult situation she tends to hole up in her shell and raise her armor. She doesn't like to show weakness to those around her since that would be to her disadvantage. She is not a person who hides her feelings, apart from the sad ones but also anger, she knows how to manage the rest very easily and as she likes.

Before trusting, she needs to be convinced of the goodness of others. She knows very well that among royalty it is difficult to trust someone as this person could then use the information given to her for purposes that are to one's disadvantage. In short, it is a situation to be avoided and that is why she must be careful.

She is equipped with a strong sense of protection towards her family (or at least the people she appreciates in her family) and towards the people close to her.

Don't expect to get to know the real Elyana anytime soon. The lady lets you see the version of herself that she decides and it is rare that she shows all her facets as soon as she meets someone.

She has an iron memory and collects all kinds of things worthy of importance. Difficult and sometimes mysterious. She lives between two worlds, the external one seen as a game, an adventure, and the internal one, full of memories, fantasy, feelings.

Distinctive characteristics of Elyana are: a great sweetness, fidelity, vanity, shrewdness, manipulation, great intuitive skills, ambition, lightheartedness, great culture and exceptional memory.

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❝𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘

Elyana grew up with the Lannisters. After her father and brother died, she was brought to court to be with her uncle Tywin and her cousins, Tyrion, Jaime and Cersei.

She is close to Tyrion since they are only seven years apart and he is the 'kindest' in that family.

She has a strange relationship with Cersei and Jamie. It's a love and hate relationship to be precise.

They wouldn't hesitate to kill her if she did something that they might not like of course, but that's a family thing to do at any minor inconvenience. However, sometimes...rarely they can be 'kind', especially Jaime.

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❝𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒

Blonde, beautiful, intriguing, powerful, Machiavellian, vain, like her powerful family, always at the center of gossip and mysteries.

With her angelic, flawless face, she looks innocent and calm, but remember, even things that seem harmless can hurt and be dangerous ...

Constantly described as a femme fatale and a ruthless conspirator, she has acquired a reputation as a skilled politician and shrewd diplomat despite her young age.

Generally she is a vain and lively girl, but don't make her angry, unless you want to suffer her wrath.

The forbidden and the impossible are things that attract the young Lannister, perhaps given her young age or perhaps just for her curiosity and desire to discover things.

𝐼𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠...𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑚𝑢𝑐𝒉 𝑎𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑡𝒉𝑒𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛.

❏ Interests

Elyana is passionate about alchemy, chemical experiments ... She is above all good at mixing arsenic and antimony, silver nitrate and Saturn's sugar (Lead acetate is sweet to the taste; in ancient Rome it was the main component of Saturn, a sweetener produced by boiling and concentrating the must in lead pots. The proven toxicity of lead salts has meant that their use as a sweetener has been abandoned).

❏ Family

She had an older brother who unfortunately died after becoming seriously ill.The girl has suffered a lot from this and it is still a sensitive enough subject for her.

Her father died shortly after her brother. He had gone hunting with some of his companions and was "supposedly" injured by a wild boar, as a result, the man died of an infection to the wound which was already serious itself.

Elyana suspects her uncle Tywin of ordering to kill her father, since he was a possible threat to Tywin's high rank in society.

Elyana doesn't really have a strong bond with her uncle and cousins, except Tyrion. While Cersei and Jaime are ready to do anything to protect each other, Elyana only thinks about doing what seems to be right and the best option in certain circumstances. She isn't as spiteful as the rest of her family and that's why she only and barely tolerates them.

❏ Love interest

Robb Stark

What started as a strange connection and tension between the two turned into a love they could not hide from anymore.