And We Danced (Masquerade Overflow!)

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Robb Stark / overflow

[kingofbadlifechoices]

Sokka

[kingofbadlifechoices]

from here!

Wouldn’t you grow fat then? Like Lo... [Oh, of course, Sokka does not know about Lord Manderly. Let Robb explain this.] Back home there is this lord who is so fat that they need to put him inside a litter. Gods be good, I pity the men who have to carry that around. He weighs at least a thousand stones! [Robb widens his arms to give Sokka an idea of how fat lord Manderly exactly is.] The man eats everything. I have heard my lord father sigh greatly many times at every announcement from White Harbor that their lord would come to pay us a visit.

[Robb nods eagerly.]

Also these brown ones. They are very creamy. They taste like something they’d eat at King’s Landing. [Aka: we eat more simple in the North.]

[alwayscomeback]

Oh wow. I mean, we have those back home, but only the Earth Kingdom and Fire Nation use them. They're used to cart royalty around. Most of them aren't even fat, I just guess they think they're too good to walk around on the floor like everyone else. That guy sounds like he could use a diet.

[Says the guy shoving more food in his mouth than he can probably swallow effectively. ]

Oh wow, those ARE awesome. Not one of the fancy stuff huh? Me either. We's used to fish and meat back home.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

I think it is the same in Westeros. Queen Cersei also arrived inside a litter... [But she is queen Cersei and Robb likes her not.] ...and fat lords. And well, the queen...she is a Lannister...they are no friends to my house. [Even while slightly drunk Robb reminds himself not to curse like some old sailor. He is a king after all.]

A diet? [Diet? What is that exactly? Robb narrows his eyes and gives Sokka a bit of a face.] I think he should eat less.

[Yes, that cake makes Robb positively enthusiastic and he slams a hand on the table.]

I know! I cannot stop eating them. It is the same in the North. Mostly meat and fish but also lemon cakes. My sister is most fond of them. I wonder if they have them here...

Kitty

[kingofbadlifechoices]

from here!

Well, it would not be fitting for a man to be moody all the time. [And even when drunk, Robb knows he has been quite moody and easy to anger lately.] And I do not believe in ghosts either.

Aye. It is the coldest part of Westeros but I have heard that it can become even colder behind the Wall. Back home the maesters of the Citadel already sent out the white ravens to announce the arrival of the winter.

[To march through a land full of snow is going to be dreadful.]

Kitty

[passingthrough]

I'm guessing if you send warnings about it that the winters are harsh?

Or maybe tell me over a dance? [Since it seems silly to be standing still and talking when a perfectly good dance floor is available.]

[kingofbadlifechoices]

Aye. And they can take quite a while. Summer has lasted for at least 8 years before fall started.

[Ah, a dance! Of course! Robb nods deeply and offers her his hand.]

Of course. [Without much further ado he guides her to the dancefloor.] I have never witnessed a winter. It will be the first one for me.

Marge

[kingofbadlifechoices]

From here!

[Well, Robb is quite sure he has looked more impressive in the past. He wishes he had his grey-and-white cloak with the direwolf on the back.]

They are well done, my lady. [He nods deeply before he looks down at his shirt. Really, he is not sure how to judge needlework.] Sansa truly has a talent for this.

[Another nod followed by a small , polite smile. He is not sure if he can trust this young woman. Sansa’s stories about the beatings and the gruesome way she has been treated are still fresh on his mind.

And maybe he should just ask Joffrey’s new queen. The worst thing that could happen was another enemy to add to all the enemies he already had.]

Do you care for a dance? [After taking a deep sigh he offers her his hand.] I need to speak to you about some matters.

[partialities]

To me, my Lord?

[ she smiles, nods her head before offering another curtsy and taking his hand. the conversation, she suspects, shall be as careful as the dance itself, a dance within a dance. there is much to lose here and some things to still win and if margaery's steps are graceful and tentative as needed, she might still remain in his favor when this is done.

a dance then, she will allow him to lead her, her smile as bright as before ]

I shall tell you whatever you wish, your Grace.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

Aye, my lady.

[When she curtsies he bows. And when he closes his fingers around her hand he notices how soft it feels. Completely the opposite of the hand belonging to the lady Mormont when he danced with her once.

Despite the fact that she is Joffrey’s queen and extremely beautiful he does not feel nervous. Westeros seems so far away here. They were dancing on a dancefloor on a planet far away from everything.]

I would not wish to expose you to the anger of your lord husband. Sansa has told me of his whims. [He listens to the music and thinks of the dances he knows and that might be suitable. Slow but uplifting.] Tell me what you wish to tell me. If you do not wish to tell me I will not push the matter. [After a short smile he laces his fingers with hers and places his free hand just above her hip, his touch very light and very careful.]

Tell me of Sansa. How did she fare? [What did Joffrey do to her? How many times did he hit her?] At King's Landing, I mean.

Hermione

[kingofbadlifechoices]

From here!

It has been far too long since I have been called Robb. It is quite fun to be just Robb. [Not ‘your grace’ or ‘my king’. No bows or men bending their knee.] And now Robb is going to eat another one of these cakes. [He leans over the table to grab a handful.] Make that three, lady Granger. One for me and two for you.

[Well, that is true. He misses Jeyne’s warmth. Inside his bed, but also outside of it.]

Aye, it is. [His shoulders slump a little.] Not a day goes by when I do not think of her.

[brainiest]

Then between you and me you can be just Robb. I was never very good at titles and proper politeness anyway. [ Which is true. The amount of times she dropped lords and ladies and only ever managed it in front of Solais was almost embarrassing, but at least she manages to fight back her laughter, reaching out to take the cakes. ] You should probably eat a little more, actually, it might do you some good.

[ And, perhaps, deal with the hangover the might come in the morning, especially if they could soak up some of the alcohol.

Still, Hermione softens and she tilts her head, watching him for a moment before she reaches out to rest a hand on his arm. ]

You'll see her again soon, I'm sure of it.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

Aye. I will call you Hermione then. [He picks up one of the cakes and examines it before he puts it in his mouth, chewing thoroughly.] Hmn... [He raises a hand while swallowing.] I think I am rather good at it. My lord father has always taught me to be polite. Manners. Such things. [Well, table manners is a different thing. He eats more with his hands than he uses his knife.

Her comment about his eating habits makes him laugh.]

Gods be good, you sound as if I starve myself. [To emphasize that that is not the case he takes a step back and pats his stomach.] I have fed myself well, Hermione. I have more of a belly than I have ever had.

[His eyes narrow just a little bit when she says that.]

I do not think the lords of Atroma are keen on letting me go to see my lady wife again. Alas.

Riona

[kingofbadlifechoices]

from here!

Gods, absolutely. At this rate I might fill up the entire cargo bay. I’d be as big as lord Manderly.

[It seems he does not really care about that, though. He keeps enjoying the food and covers his mouth sometimes when a soft burping sound bubbles up from his stomach.]

Aye, we have. We have lemon cakes and vanilla ones. Not as fancy as those served at King’s Landing, I am sure. I heard they put pigeons in their cakes there.

[bryces_pup]

How will we even get you on the ship? You won't fit through the doors!

[Maker this is ridiculous and she lives every second of it.]

Pigeons? Eugh. [Don't judge, Riona.] I do not like meat in my sweets. Let alone a pigeon. [Suddenly she starts laughing.] One of my friends back home I think would be quite torn on that. A dead pigeon is the only good kind, in her book, but I do not think she would ever dream of eating one.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

Through the large one at the back. Just roll me forward. It has been told to me that I am not bad at rolling in general.

[Not really, but this is a fun jape. And Robb likes to have fun right now.]

I do not think pigeons would taste strange. Meat is meat and when you are at war you cannot remain picky about the food you eat. [And he figures that King’s Landing has a lot of pigeons. More than the North has.] They tend to shit a lot, I know that. I can imagine why your friend wants them dead.

Theon

[kingofbadlifechoices]

from here!

[Theon always laughs. As if everything is just one big bloody jape. And now Robb is drunk enough to laugh as well. Theon is not wrong, everything looks a little like a really big jape. A jape in space.]

The better for you, I’d say. You look rather ridiculous. [Robb shakes his head.] You are more of a fool than I have ever been. [But this time the anger does not seep through the drunkenness. Everything remains rather calm and a bit funny. Bless the wine.] Wait, allow me to prove my point. [There, have a cake smeared in your face Theon.] There, Greyjoy.

[reek]

[ Theon does always laugh, but it's seldom a true, wholehearted laugh. This, though he is clearly drunk, is actually quite real and not just a wall to hide behind. Even with cake smeared in his face, he continues to chuckle. ]

Consider your point proven. Wait--Robb, there's something I've always meant to tell you. [ He's actually grinning under all that icing as he stumbles forward lightly, returning the favor by smearing cake into Robb's face as well. Afterwards, he bursts into another bought of laughter. Twin idiots, ladies and gents. ] Unfortunately, I've just forgotten it because you look so stupid.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[The sound Robb produces is between a snort and a huff. And even when Theon smears cake in his face as well he keeps on producing such noises. Robb knows he should not grant Theon the light of day, but he is too drunk to properly care about that. At the least Theon is not grinning and laughing stupid, empty laughs that annoy the fuck out of him.]

I do not. [Robb shakes his head and moves a hand to his face to scoop some of the icing off his nose with one of his fingers. After that he reaches for one of the larger cakes. The ones decorated with whipped cream and flowers and what not.] You do. [And after he has licked off his finger he quickly grabs said cake and dumps it over Theon’s head from above.]

Way more stupid. [Robb laughs now as well.] You could be a fool at a king’s court. Mayhaps, if you were not...Theon...I would take you in to play the fool at my court. I am a king after all. Kings can do what they want.

Jon

[kingofbadlifechoices]

from here!

[Robb can’t really help the swaying. Even though victories always came with a lot of feasts and a varieties of ale and reds, he still wasn’t very good with such drinks. It mostly took three glasses for him to make the world spin.]

Aye! Are you as well? [He is absolutely not aware of Jon picking food from his place.] They have quite amazing food. I am sure only the tables inside the Red Keep look as fancy as these ones!

[nedstarksbastard]

[Of course he knows it's delicious, he's stuffing his pockets with as much food as he can possibly carry, much of it stolen from Robb's plate. He also nudges Robb a little, offering his shoulder as support for him to lean on.]

Aye, very much. [#bestfeastever] You know, I don't think I've had decent food like this at the Wall in--some time now? Usually it's salt beef and turnips. Some bacon, if we were very lucky. [He's exaggerating, somewhat, trying to keep his mind off the outcome of the last feast Robb had attended.] And never on tables as fancy as this.

[Don't mind him while he munches on that horse-do-something, bro.] You probably have feasts like this every other day or so, being king.

[No, he doesn't, and no, he never will. Jon is painfully, painfully aware of that, and the smile he gives is just the slightest bit tighter than usual. He wants to tell him, but--well.

How is he even going to start?]

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Robb blinks a little as Jon keeps on snatching from his plate. There are bowls full of those, Jon. Bloody hell!]

I would like to keep these, Jon. [He takes an unsteady step backwards and moves to hold his plate above his head.] They are my favorite cakes. [Robb snickers at Jon’s words and pulls a face afterwards.] I am sure it tastes better than the lamb lord Frey served. He should hang his bloody cook for that.

[The snickering changes into a snort, followed by laughter.]

Most of our feasts end up with most of everyone in their cups. But I am sure that is the same for you. You cannot tell me you do not have any reason to feast at times. [Robb is quite drunk and does not realize that...well...why should people who are sent to the Wall have reasons to feast?]

Bran

[kingofbadlifechoices]

from here!

All of them? Even the brown ones? And the ones with the cream?

[Well, the crumbs on Bran’s shirt tell enough and finally he moves to place the content of the plate he was making for his brother onto that of his own.

It would be a waste of food.]

Oh? [Robb takes a couple of steps away from the table.] Ah I... [Bran showed that to him once...and Robb pulls a face for a moment. At least, it is just for a moment. After that he starts to grin again.] ...Show me!

[summerschild]

[Encouraged by his brother's grin, Bran turns his wheelchair a bit and takes a deep breath...

One leg lifts up, slowly and with quite a bit of effort. Then, the other. Then, both at once. Bran's face is wrinkled slightly in focus, but once he's done he looks up with excited anticipation.]

Did you see?

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Robb remembers when he was told that Bran had woken up. And he remembers how sad he had felt when his brother had lost his ability to walk. He knew about his brother's dreams to ride a horse and become a knight. And he has seen how his brother had been able to climb absolutely everything.

He can only imagine how awful it had to be for Bran to lose his ability to walk. And drunk or not, when he sees his brother lifting his legs the grin changes into a large, warm smile.]

I saw! Since when...?! Gods, Bran, that is the best news I have gotten in a long time! The best thing I have seen! If you could walk... [He could climb again, and ride a horse. And things would be more normal again.]