[ there's a squeeze of his fingers, tight through hers. it's meant to be reassuring. i won't let anything happen to you. even if they're descending into the snake pit, into the den of wolves and lions and other dangerous things just waiting to snap up unsuspecting people and crush them in their jaws.
or maybe robb's just being too literal in that comparison.
regardless, he holds her hand tightly in the crook of his elbow, a little smile lingering about his mouth at her words.
you've got me, she says, and perhaps it's not meant to be taken any other way than just the clutch of her hand against his bicep, but he wants it to be more. wants it to be something binding and possessive, but that seems too much, especially for here and now, in this place with so many eyes on them. so he smiles, leans close to whisper in her ear. ]
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or maybe robb's just being too literal in that comparison.
regardless, he holds her hand tightly in the crook of his elbow, a little smile lingering about his mouth at her words.
you've got me, she says, and perhaps it's not meant to be taken any other way than just the clutch of her hand against his bicep, but he wants it to be more. wants it to be something binding and possessive, but that seems too much, especially for here and now, in this place with so many eyes on them. so he smiles, leans close to whisper in her ear. ]
I mean to hold you, Jeyne Westerling.
[ the way a conqueror holds a castle. ]
Do you want to dance?