It's a different atmosphere in the Red Keep now that Robb's taken the throne and the Lannister's are dead or in the dungeons. She may be too cruel, but her vote had been to kill the lot of them after everything she'd been put through. Something she'd voiced to him in private while they'd stood at the balcony of his new room and taken in the view of the city. Not that he'd followed it, but it also wasn't her place to question him.
At least not publicly.
It's also paling in comparison to the feelings that bubble up in her as she watches all of the ladies trying to garner favor with her brother. Young, viral, and single. Of course they'd go after the new king and flash all of the skin southern dresses allowed to try and gain his attention. She shouldn't be jealous, he's not hers. And yet after the night he'd saved her, well, how could she not be either.
It's a bad night though, for her. He's had three or four women try to nudge her behind them so they could talk to him. Sit with him. And of course flirt and flash the lower cut necklines at him. And it's enough that Sansa sets her cup down and excuses herself quietly. Were they alone, she might bight back at him or show her teeth. But it's not her place if Robb's to find a good wife to have heirs with eventually. Another thought that locks her throat as she moves to her rooms and out onto the balcony to get some air.
He'd noticed her looks. Robb had always known her too well not to. Since arriving at the Red Keep, there had been various shifts, depending on where they were or who they were with. It seemed to always happen during the feasts or the small time after his audiences. When the court would gather together and others would approach him. More often than not, women.
He'd been better skilled at courtly talk than Jon, but still lagging behind Theon. When the women flirted with him, as they always had in Winterfell, he could laugh a little and then try to turn the conversation to something else. Here, the women were more overt in their attentions and far more bold. He was careful never to stare down necklines and he shifted away whenever they tried to touch him intimately.
Still, it was exhausting and whenever they appeared, his eyes always drifted back to Sansa. He couldn't say fully why why he felt badly or upset it happened in front of her, but he did. Particularly when it seemed to get the better of her.
The moment she leaves for the balcony, he excused himself and followed after. First thinking he needed air as well, but understanding soon after that he wanted to comfort her. Whatever was wrong.
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At least not publicly.
It's also paling in comparison to the feelings that bubble up in her as she watches all of the ladies trying to garner favor with her brother. Young, viral, and single. Of course they'd go after the new king and flash all of the skin southern dresses allowed to try and gain his attention. She shouldn't be jealous, he's not hers. And yet after the night he'd saved her, well, how could she not be either.
It's a bad night though, for her. He's had three or four women try to nudge her behind them so they could talk to him. Sit with him. And of course flirt and flash the lower cut necklines at him. And it's enough that Sansa sets her cup down and excuses herself quietly. Were they alone, she might bight back at him or show her teeth. But it's not her place if Robb's to find a good wife to have heirs with eventually. Another thought that locks her throat as she moves to her rooms and out onto the balcony to get some air.
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He'd been better skilled at courtly talk than Jon, but still lagging behind Theon. When the women flirted with him, as they always had in Winterfell, he could laugh a little and then try to turn the conversation to something else. Here, the women were more overt in their attentions and far more bold. He was careful never to stare down necklines and he shifted away whenever they tried to touch him intimately.
Still, it was exhausting and whenever they appeared, his eyes always drifted back to Sansa. He couldn't say fully why why he felt badly or upset it happened in front of her, but he did. Particularly when it seemed to get the better of her.
The moment she leaves for the balcony, he excused himself and followed after. First thinking he needed air as well, but understanding soon after that he wanted to comfort her. Whatever was wrong.
"You all right?"