And We Danced (Masquerade Overflow!)

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[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.