[ robb has never been to a ball before anatole. there were feasts, but those were a different matter entirely, and there had sometimes been dancing at the tavern, but that had also been a different business. but he manages this waltz, mimics the couples around them and avoid her feet, the hem of her dress.

she's a quiet girl with something very sad about her, something that reminds robb of westeros, so he holds her a little more tightly, a little more securely, when they move about the floor. ]

I've never been to a ball, not even at my home, let alone in the capital. If I do something wrong, you must instruct me on the right way to do it.