She had heard that Robb had wed Roslin Frey, marriage beneath him his standing, but one of importance...or so her mother said. She had remarked on it with a hint of animosity in her voice, barely disguising her disgust for the Stark King. While she had pressed her daughter to care for him, once he had ridden through the gates of the courtyard, her mother's smiles turned to scowls.
Perhaps that should have given her pause, but there was a necessity to see him when there hadn't been before. After the long distance she had traveled, any uncertainty or apprehension she might have felt otherwise had to be removed. She was already a fallen woman in the eyes of Westeros.
The men turned their attention back towards their distracted king, effectively dismissing her from their presence without a word. While she might have shrank back and hurried away, Jeyne held firm to her determination to speak with her former lover. Time had been kind to him, only enhancing his looks, though now it seemed that he was exhausted and further strained than before. They both had carried a great deal, unspoken burdens and worries.
"Your grace." She said again, more firmly than before. "I'm Jeyne of House Westerling."
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Date: 2017-07-16 05:32 pm (UTC)Perhaps that should have given her pause, but there was a necessity to see him when there hadn't been before. After the long distance she had traveled, any uncertainty or apprehension she might have felt otherwise had to be removed. She was already a fallen woman in the eyes of Westeros.
The men turned their attention back towards their distracted king, effectively dismissing her from their presence without a word. While she might have shrank back and hurried away, Jeyne held firm to her determination to speak with her former lover. Time had been kind to him, only enhancing his looks, though now it seemed that he was exhausted and further strained than before. They both had carried a great deal, unspoken burdens and worries.
"Your grace." She said again, more firmly than before. "I'm Jeyne of House Westerling."