[ he smiles, kisses her cheek before they descend the stairs. all are watching, the freys with expressions of knife-edged distaste. robb turns slightly, putting himself between those expressions and jeyne, because none of this is her fault. it isn't her fault that robb's head was turned, that he opened his eyes to see her sitting aside of him. it's not jeyne's fault that her soft hands and sweet smile knocked all sense of duty out of his head. it was robb's own choice, just as it's robb's choice now to spin them onto the floor, slid a hand to the small of her back and tug her close. ]
It's a waltz. They're easy, just hold on to me.
[ there's a smile softening his face, the happiest he's ever been at one of these affairs. ]
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It's a waltz. They're easy, just hold on to me.
[ there's a smile softening his face, the happiest he's ever been at one of these affairs. ]
You can stand on my shoes, if you like.