[ secretly, she is waiting for it to wear off - waiting for the northern winds to chill their hapliness, make it seem less exciting than it did the first time he had taken her out riding, less exciting than it still did now - six years, two children (a third soon growing inside her, she hopes) and the triumphant end of a war and settling of a kingdom later - when he called her love. ]
[ robb stark was not a man of an exuberant amount of words, and she's learned to cherish the ones he gives out. myrcella likes to think that each love is a frivolous, romantic song composed just for her, and that he has sung it to her thousand times over in different keys, a thousand different ways and on a thousand different instruments. she likes the soft ones he groans against her hair, and the crisp, calm ones he greets her with in the morning the best, but will take a song at any time and always reward it with a smile. ]
[ she smiles at him now, though it's small and contained; poorly done composure in the face of a whole hall of people who did not get to share in the same love for the king she had. not the same way she gets. but she smiles all the same amd brushes her thumb along his knuckles twice. ]
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[ robb stark was not a man of an exuberant amount of words, and she's learned to cherish the ones he gives out. myrcella likes to think that each love is a frivolous, romantic song composed just for her, and that he has sung it to her thousand times over in different keys, a thousand different ways and on a thousand different instruments. she likes the soft ones he groans against her hair, and the crisp, calm ones he greets her with in the morning the best, but will take a song at any time and always reward it with a smile. ]
[ she smiles at him now, though it's small and contained; poorly done composure in the face of a whole hall of people who did not get to share in the same love for the king she had. not the same way she gets. but she smiles all the same amd brushes her thumb along his knuckles twice. ]
Would you dance with me?