Robb found his loyal vassals there, along with Lenore's. Lady Mormont was the first to greet him, "I would not have missed it." He told her, but did not speak to her silent disapproval of Caireann. She wasn't the only one. Ser Hill upon the back of Torrent also did not appear happy with his decision to bring Caireann. He sat perched nearer to the center, disregarding Bolton.
If Roose approved or didn't, Robb couldn't make it out as he came to stand at the center. Caireann could stand at the side nearer to Hill. Tybalt and Lymond were also there, but only Maege and the bastard had swords.
The host approached and Lady Stark seemed to break away first. Robb strode forward to meet her, the smile on his lips widening with affection. He had missed her. "Mother," he greeted, almost overly formal in tone - intentionally so. He had never been in a position to greet her as kin and loyal vassal at once before. She had done well in bringing them all here. "I am relieved to see you well."
As the host drew forward, Robb drew a step back. He inclined his head respectfully to the Tyrells, "Lords and Ladies of House Tyrell," he greeted, lifted his head. He didn't know them for certain but could guess. "I, Robb Stark, King of the North, welcome you to Lannisport."
~***~
When Catelyn broke rank, Olenna looked to Margaery, and the two women rode forward to be nearer to Lord Willas's side. "Do you know them?" Margaery asked Olenna, as faces and signs became obvious.
"Some." Most by reputation, like the Bear and the Flayed Man. Someone once tried to say that Mormont could prove a rival to her, but Lady Olenna had her doubts then. A woman to be feared on the battlefield no doubt, but there was a softness to the lines of her face.
Lord Bolton was another matter. Flayed man with hardly a single line, as if he never worried or laughed. She knew him by reputation as well.
Then there was the Spoon, a diminutive man - unassuming, old, yet once a knight like most in his house, and the man who protected a lion. A man more interesting than he appeared.
Lymond Vikary, another knight - silver lion and boar. Known for his skill on the battlefield and two wives but naught else.
There was no red lion. There was a young woman with reddened blond hair and freckles in blue, but Olenna knew her for Caireann - she had seen her before years ago. The other figure was some Lannister bastard by the looks of him, an indignant and regal type that Loras was likely to like only too much.
Then there was the king, who looked more Tully than Stark with his blue eyes and dark auburn hair, curled around his face. "He's handsome," she heard Margaery whisper and managed not to chuckle or roll her eyes. That girl...one thing on her mind.
Robb greeted them, and Olenna remained silent to let the men handle these initial gestures, but it did bother her that so-called Reyne was not there.
~***~
Lenore did not look back at Jaime even as he drew closer. "I don't fault him for it." Tywin was under immense pressure and it would only escalate. The attack on King's Landing would hopefully be first, and then Casterly, but those were not plans she would divulge to Lord Stark. Nor to Jaime, even if he kept trying to talk as if he knew.
Jaime would be there, because Lenore would not trust him alone in Lannisport, under guard that wasn't herself, Hill, or the other few she allowed herself to trust. "You will be. Then you can sleep in your own room." When they won.
If they won.
The touch was unexpected, however light, and Lenore tensed, immediately looked back to try and see where Yularen was. Apparently he didn't care about the approaching army any longer for Lenore didn't see him.
Still...
She moved her hands a fraction to remove the touch. "I don't think it will be as easy next time. No water." If Lenore was taken down at Casterly it would be to violence - sword or arrow. Jaime would not be near enough not armed enough. "You're welcome to try." All the same.
If Roose approved or didn't, Robb couldn't make it out as he came to stand at the center. Caireann could stand at the side nearer to Hill. Tybalt and Lymond were also there, but only Maege and the bastard had swords.
The host approached and Lady Stark seemed to break away first. Robb strode forward to meet her, the smile on his lips widening with affection. He had missed her. "Mother," he greeted, almost overly formal in tone - intentionally so. He had never been in a position to greet her as kin and loyal vassal at once before. She had done well in bringing them all here. "I am relieved to see you well."
As the host drew forward, Robb drew a step back. He inclined his head respectfully to the Tyrells, "Lords and Ladies of House Tyrell," he greeted, lifted his head. He didn't know them for certain but could guess. "I, Robb Stark, King of the North, welcome you to Lannisport."
~***~
When Catelyn broke rank, Olenna looked to Margaery, and the two women rode forward to be nearer to Lord Willas's side. "Do you know them?" Margaery asked Olenna, as faces and signs became obvious.
"Some." Most by reputation, like the Bear and the Flayed Man. Someone once tried to say that Mormont could prove a rival to her, but Lady Olenna had her doubts then. A woman to be feared on the battlefield no doubt, but there was a softness to the lines of her face.
Lord Bolton was another matter. Flayed man with hardly a single line, as if he never worried or laughed. She knew him by reputation as well.
Then there was the Spoon, a diminutive man - unassuming, old, yet once a knight like most in his house, and the man who protected a lion. A man more interesting than he appeared.
Lymond Vikary, another knight - silver lion and boar. Known for his skill on the battlefield and two wives but naught else.
There was no red lion. There was a young woman with reddened blond hair and freckles in blue, but Olenna knew her for Caireann - she had seen her before years ago. The other figure was some Lannister bastard by the looks of him, an indignant and regal type that Loras was likely to like only too much.
Then there was the king, who looked more Tully than Stark with his blue eyes and dark auburn hair, curled around his face. "He's handsome," she heard Margaery whisper and managed not to chuckle or roll her eyes. That girl...one thing on her mind.
Robb greeted them, and Olenna remained silent to let the men handle these initial gestures, but it did bother her that so-called Reyne was not there.
~***~
Lenore did not look back at Jaime even as he drew closer. "I don't fault him for it." Tywin was under immense pressure and it would only escalate. The attack on King's Landing would hopefully be first, and then Casterly, but those were not plans she would divulge to Lord Stark. Nor to Jaime, even if he kept trying to talk as if he knew.
Jaime would be there, because Lenore would not trust him alone in Lannisport, under guard that wasn't herself, Hill, or the other few she allowed herself to trust. "You will be. Then you can sleep in your own room." When they won.
If they won.
The touch was unexpected, however light, and Lenore tensed, immediately looked back to try and see where Yularen was. Apparently he didn't care about the approaching army any longer for Lenore didn't see him.
Still...
She moved her hands a fraction to remove the touch. "I don't think it will be as easy next time. No water." If Lenore was taken down at Casterly it would be to violence - sword or arrow. Jaime would not be near enough not armed enough. "You're welcome to try." All the same.