Robb had duties to fulfill, and Caireann was not there to stop him. Still, she would have wanted him to stay with her for the rest of the day. Merely a few hours in the evening and less in the morning were not nearly enough for a newly married couple. She often lay awake only to watch him, lest she fell asleep and woke up too late, when he was already gone.
The kiss to her forehead was a pleasant surprise. Caireann melted into it and closed her eyes at the sensation of his fingers in her hair. "Come back soon..." Sooner than the evening. He could rush everything and return earlier to stay with her, if only for a few minutes more. They had not enjoyed dinner together in so long, ever since her illness had stricken her.
Right before she let him part, her own fingers tugged at his coat, holding him there for another moment before allowing him to disappear. There was a long time ahead of her, but at least she had Mina to talk to, if Thom did not wake up earlier that day. She would sing that song until she remembered it entirely, so she could hum it to Robb when he returned.
They both had a thing for music, it seemed.
~***~
"Two thousand," Willas frowned, and the commander nodded quickly.
"No less than two thousand, my Lord. I have counted them myself. These are my best men, I can assure you." Well, frankly, all golden roses were skilled in the art of swordfighting, but those were better than most. They were younger and smarter. Stronger. Age was not always a denotation of strength, nor wits.
Loras pursed his lips into a smirk. "Tywin does not stand a chance. Not even the Mountain can defeat two thousand skilled fighters," and he would not bother sending more skirmishes in the Reach only to decrease the numbers of his own army. He was running short on allies anyway. With the Algoods having joined for the sake of Ciaran, and the Westerling for Caireann's, it was sure that their loyalty now lay elsewhere than the Lannisters. A loyalty not based on fear, but love.
It was a sunny day outside, but Robb Stark's figure seemed to darken it with its presence. Every time he stepped into a room, it was as though he were bringing the North with him. Willas's head turned to look at him and he had a feeling he knew what the man was there for. Still, he remained silent and only inclined his head, hoping that he would get to the subject at once.
The commander and Loras turned as well, standing straight and proud, as if Robb were there to honour them. At last, the younger knight was doing something on his own. There had been no way for his brother to convince him otherwise, not when the Reach was being threatened. It was not Highgarden, but it was their home nonetheless.
A perfect explanation as to why Willas was weakening Robb's defenses by two thousand men.
The kiss to her forehead was a pleasant surprise. Caireann melted into it and closed her eyes at the sensation of his fingers in her hair. "Come back soon..." Sooner than the evening. He could rush everything and return earlier to stay with her, if only for a few minutes more. They had not enjoyed dinner together in so long, ever since her illness had stricken her.
Right before she let him part, her own fingers tugged at his coat, holding him there for another moment before allowing him to disappear. There was a long time ahead of her, but at least she had Mina to talk to, if Thom did not wake up earlier that day. She would sing that song until she remembered it entirely, so she could hum it to Robb when he returned.
They both had a thing for music, it seemed.
~***~
"Two thousand," Willas frowned, and the commander nodded quickly.
"No less than two thousand, my Lord. I have counted them myself. These are my best men, I can assure you." Well, frankly, all golden roses were skilled in the art of swordfighting, but those were better than most. They were younger and smarter. Stronger. Age was not always a denotation of strength, nor wits.
Loras pursed his lips into a smirk. "Tywin does not stand a chance. Not even the Mountain can defeat two thousand skilled fighters," and he would not bother sending more skirmishes in the Reach only to decrease the numbers of his own army. He was running short on allies anyway. With the Algoods having joined for the sake of Ciaran, and the Westerling for Caireann's, it was sure that their loyalty now lay elsewhere than the Lannisters. A loyalty not based on fear, but love.
It was a sunny day outside, but Robb Stark's figure seemed to darken it with its presence. Every time he stepped into a room, it was as though he were bringing the North with him. Willas's head turned to look at him and he had a feeling he knew what the man was there for. Still, he remained silent and only inclined his head, hoping that he would get to the subject at once.
The commander and Loras turned as well, standing straight and proud, as if Robb were there to honour them. At last, the younger knight was doing something on his own. There had been no way for his brother to convince him otherwise, not when the Reach was being threatened. It was not Highgarden, but it was their home nonetheless.
A perfect explanation as to why Willas was weakening Robb's defenses by two thousand men.