Worth checking, then. Robb only trusted Talisa with the high-priority prisoners. He had trusted her with the little Lannisters they had captured, after all, and so he’d have her see to Moira Farman, as well. For love of him, and her love of humanity in general, Talisa would see to it that the woman was well.
“I will find her then and send her to you,” though she would not like to be watched by him at her work. At least then she could come back and reassure Robb that the prisoner would be in good health to ransom back to her brother.
Besides, Robb was glad that Roose would watch. Moira did not seem the honorable sort at all. With that, the Young Wolf stepped back, nodded, and turned to go off and begin seeing his orders handled. Food, dealing with the dead, reparations, and checking on the prisoner. He’d find Talisa first and send her on to Roose.
~***~
Theon would not have minded her at all as a salt wife, which would no doubt be one of the reasons he’d be refused. A salt-wife was not what any sane woman wanted to be, even if there were perks. It was both an honor and an insult; a salt-wife was little more than a bed warmer, after all.
Their sons could inherit, if there were no trueborn sons. “Besides the fact that you are a beautiful woman with a clever mind?” Theon asked when she spoke of ‘anything else’ to tell her. He dared to lean forward as she leaned back, “And that I think bedding you would be an enjoyable experience for the latter, more than the former?” Snappy women were always fun in bed. They knew the pleasure of a bite or a scratch amidst everything else. “No,” he leaned back then.
He would continue, “Of course I’ll marry some ironborn woman – but men of the Iron Isles do not need to be confined to one wife. So even if I marry some woman there,” he waved it off dismissively, “There is nothing that says I could not have another wife,” and he would, certainly. The Iron Isles at least understood that much. “But we don’t need to be married to enjoy the pleasures of the marital bed – or are you saving yourself for some husband your father will never find for you?”
Since he was giving up. Who said women had to be pure maidens, anyway? Theon had never enjoyed a maiden’s touch nearly as much as he enjoyed the touch of a whore or a woman who knew what she was doing. The wench on the boat that took him to the Isles had not truly pleasured him at all, but he’d taken her all the same.
When she expressed she was a maiden, it explained a lot.
“I will find her then and send her to you,” though she would not like to be watched by him at her work. At least then she could come back and reassure Robb that the prisoner would be in good health to ransom back to her brother.
Besides, Robb was glad that Roose would watch. Moira did not seem the honorable sort at all. With that, the Young Wolf stepped back, nodded, and turned to go off and begin seeing his orders handled. Food, dealing with the dead, reparations, and checking on the prisoner. He’d find Talisa first and send her on to Roose.
~***~
Theon would not have minded her at all as a salt wife, which would no doubt be one of the reasons he’d be refused. A salt-wife was not what any sane woman wanted to be, even if there were perks. It was both an honor and an insult; a salt-wife was little more than a bed warmer, after all.
Their sons could inherit, if there were no trueborn sons. “Besides the fact that you are a beautiful woman with a clever mind?” Theon asked when she spoke of ‘anything else’ to tell her. He dared to lean forward as she leaned back, “And that I think bedding you would be an enjoyable experience for the latter, more than the former?” Snappy women were always fun in bed. They knew the pleasure of a bite or a scratch amidst everything else. “No,” he leaned back then.
He would continue, “Of course I’ll marry some ironborn woman – but men of the Iron Isles do not need to be confined to one wife. So even if I marry some woman there,” he waved it off dismissively, “There is nothing that says I could not have another wife,” and he would, certainly. The Iron Isles at least understood that much. “But we don’t need to be married to enjoy the pleasures of the marital bed – or are you saving yourself for some husband your father will never find for you?”
Since he was giving up. Who said women had to be pure maidens, anyway? Theon had never enjoyed a maiden’s touch nearly as much as he enjoyed the touch of a whore or a woman who knew what she was doing. The wench on the boat that took him to the Isles had not truly pleasured him at all, but he’d taken her all the same.
When she expressed she was a maiden, it explained a lot.