And We Danced (Masquerade Overflow!)

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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.

[brainiest]

Perfect, that sounds like a wonderful agreement. [ She hopes she doesn't accidentally let on just how comfortable she is without the formalities, and how uncertain she was with them - if only because she had never really gotten used to them directed at herself in the Drabwurld despite her years as Marchioness. ] Your Lord father was a good man, I think, and he taught you very well. He would be proud of you.

[ Hermione had met Ned Stark, once. She knew him, and his fate, but she said nothing of it now - it wasn't right, and it would give too much away.

As he laughs she bites her lip, fighting her own. ] That's a good thing! It's good to have enough food, and I know the food we have on the ships aren't exactly the most appetising thing. I'm sure everyone is doing their best to get as much as they can before we leave here.

[ His eyes might narrow but her smile never fades. ]

There's always hope, you know. I'd never give up.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

You are very kind. [Robb talks a little with a double tongue and he blinks as he tries to maintain his balance.] You know, that is what I like about you, I can actually speak to you. [Well, Robb can speak to anyone but he finds it easier to speak to her than to some others out there.] He was. [Robb nods and a grim expression appears on his face, his hands clenching to fists.] But that is how all good men get rewarded. By taking their heads after an fake trial where they forced an untrue confession out of them!

[It still angers him. The loss of his father, all that has happened. All the things he should have done. Still, the light tone of her voice prevents him from dwelling on that anger.]

Gods, we have a box full of it. [Robb widens his arms to indicate how big that box is.] If you are out of food, you are free to join us for dinner.

[Robb’s eyes narrow as well.]

Well, you know what the lady Beverly told me? That there are multiple planets that are the same but a little bit different. That is the same with the space. Other spaces with different planets that are the same planet. Do not ask, I barely understand it myself. [After a short shake of his head he shoves another cake inside his mouth.]

I do not know if hope can answer to that. [And a sip of wine follows.] My bed feels cold at night. And it will remain that way for an awfully long time, I am afraid.