It was hard to determine how young or old the kennel master was, had she thought overlong about it. He struck her as a private person, which suited her quite well. She had little interest in the looks of pity or the questions the others asked. There were so many stories they wanted verification on, particularly about Robb and his dire wolf.
'It's my fault he's dead,' she reflected bitterly as she stroked the hound. 'I shouldn't have been so afraid of his wolf. I shouldn't have let him keep Grey Wind in a kennel.'
She glanced back at him, holding his gaze for a moment with inquisitive brown eyes. There was something soothing about him, even as he kept himself apart and distant. "I leave such things to the Lord Lannister." She refused to call him her husband. "Let him do what he will with them, so long as it keeps him occupied all day."
The nights, she had to be creative to keep him from seeking her bed. "May I have one? When the pups are born?" It would at least mean her bed was occupied and she would have a guard she could trust.
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Date: 2016-12-27 08:07 pm (UTC)'It's my fault he's dead,' she reflected bitterly as she stroked the hound. 'I shouldn't have been so afraid of his wolf. I shouldn't have let him keep Grey Wind in a kennel.'
She glanced back at him, holding his gaze for a moment with inquisitive brown eyes. There was something soothing about him, even as he kept himself apart and distant. "I leave such things to the Lord Lannister." She refused to call him her husband. "Let him do what he will with them, so long as it keeps him occupied all day."
The nights, she had to be creative to keep him from seeking her bed. "May I have one? When the pups are born?" It would at least mean her bed was occupied and she would have a guard she could trust.