“All of them have hystorie, a story to tell.”
"Aye, histories are known, but I find those lacking the highborn sigils History for more interesting to my taste."
“The correct time is sigil” he sweetly corrected her.
"Is it then?" Lyanna perfectly plastered on her sweetest smile. "It seems to me they are all still just markings on a chest."
“It is not so hard” he gestured to the spear on his chest.
"Perhaps not, but I’m not a very educated girl, M’lord. It is easy to stumble with so many insignias around."
“I am no ser. A Prince of Dorne is my style”
"Forgive me Prince, I knew not of your lineage."
“My Lady” Oberyn smiled softly.
I’m no Lady, Ser. Just a performer in this dismal day.
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Robb lifted his eyes from the maps when he heard the tent flaps open. He looked up and was quite surprised to see a very beautiful young woman being lead into the room. From what his man had told him he was expecting a rather short, ugly looking woman who was many, many years older. But this woman was quite a pleasant surprise! Lifting his hand he nodded and signaled for the guard to leave them alone. If the young woman wanted to try something then he would be ready but somewhere in his gut he had a feeling that she would not.
From his seat he watched as the young woman bowed, so low that he thought for a moment she was about to fall over. Quickly he lifted his hand again and signaled for her to stand. Her curtsey was unexpected and a true sign of respect that Robb was not expecting. He watched as she stood and took the chance to study her. She looked a few years younger than he, although probably not by much. And she was beautiful, very beautiful. Of course not the same beauty as his Talisa, but still, very beautiful with her long dark hair.
When she boldly spoke Robb could not help the hint of a smile that twitched the corner of his lips. He had to admit that he liked a bold woman. “I have heard from my men that you have had a dream about me? Is this true?” He asked studying the young woman with his dark eyes. “Please… sit down…” he then added, gesturing to the chair at the table. If she were going to speak the truth to him he at least wanted her to feel comfortable.
Keeping a weary eye on the king to be, Lyanna sat delicately in the chair he had gestured to. He had avoided her question. That was not a good sign. Instead, he had decided to pose one of his own; one that Lyanna was bound to answer as much as it frightened the girl. The dreams had always frightened her. When she was little, she would tell her mother of them of the dark ones at least. During the night hours, Lyanna would be plagued with visions of fire or storms, and more often than not when the sun shone through, her visions would be realized.
A gift, her mother called it. A gift from the Children of the Forest. "You have been blessed, sweet girl." She would sing the soothing tones to her at night. However, it was a blessing Lyanna would rather have skipped over her. Her sharp blue eyes looked up to Robb, full of sorrow for him. His life must be so hard already; he didn’t need her words to clog his mind even more. A war belonged to him. This man, no this boy was fighting for her home, his home. Lyanna wished more than anything to not have to reveal the fates she saw of him.
"Yes, milord. I have seen you in a dream." Her face was stoic, revealing nothing. She would not tell more than she was asked. A skill that had saved her skin on more than one occasion. Yet, too often, silence spoke in greater volume than mere words ever could.
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