[ it had been a light hearted and warm affair, yes, but while the northerners reveled in the warmth of the hall and the food and the drink, she had sat with her hands folded in her lap and shivering with suppressed tears and cold. she had sat and sewed in her own fears and terrors, only to find them unreasonable, misplaced, and stupidly childish now that she reflected on them. ]
[ in hindsight, myrcella often wished she had given it a try; reached out to take his hand or perhaps looked less frigid, less scared so that he might have asked her. ]
[ but that was in the past. there was little time for dancing while ruling a kingdom, she had learned. little love of it while carrying children, either, for when her belly began to swell she could never get as close to him as she would have liked. her feet never liked to support her, and the prospect of trying to keep balanced and swaying at the same time sort of turned her off any desire to try. ]
[ by the time that their son's third name day comes to pass, however, the desire strikes her. the hall is crowded and loud, warm and this time she feels it and bustling. there are several pairs holding hands already, swaying or dancing around in a way that requires a large birth be given to them; one pair happens to be little lyanna and eddard, though she is mostly dragging him and he is mostly letting her. it's cute, and sweet, and it looks fun, so while she is weary from planning and greeting visitors, myrcella chances a glance at robb, shy at first though for no real reason. she has long since grown used to speaking to him, touching him, asking things of him and loving him. ]
[ so reaching out her hand to rest over his on the arm of his chair is nothing to concern herself with. ]
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[ it had been a light hearted and warm affair, yes, but while the northerners reveled in the warmth of the hall and the food and the drink, she had sat with her hands folded in her lap and shivering with suppressed tears and cold. she had sat and sewed in her own fears and terrors, only to find them unreasonable, misplaced, and stupidly childish now that she reflected on them. ]
[ in hindsight, myrcella often wished she had given it a try; reached out to take his hand or perhaps looked less frigid, less scared so that he might have asked her. ]
[ but that was in the past. there was little time for dancing while ruling a kingdom, she had learned. little love of it while carrying children, either, for when her belly began to swell she could never get as close to him as she would have liked. her feet never liked to support her, and the prospect of trying to keep balanced and swaying at the same time sort of turned her off any desire to try. ]
[ by the time that their son's third name day comes to pass, however, the desire strikes her. the hall is crowded and loud, warm and this time she feels it and bustling. there are several pairs holding hands already, swaying or dancing around in a way that requires a large birth be given to them; one pair happens to be little lyanna and eddard, though she is mostly dragging him and he is mostly letting her. it's cute, and sweet, and it looks fun, so while she is weary from planning and greeting visitors, myrcella chances a glance at robb, shy at first though for no real reason. she has long since grown used to speaking to him, touching him, asking things of him and loving him. ]
[ so reaching out her hand to rest over his on the arm of his chair is nothing to concern herself with. ]
My love.