kingofbadlifechoices

[Robb does not recognize the man right off the bat when he approaches him. He looks as if he is of high birth. A prince indeed. Yet the clothes look odd. Not something he is familiar with.]

[For a short moment he gazes at the older man, noticing how he seems to be caught up in his own thoughts.]

Your grace? [Robb sounds overly formal when he speaks. As if the other man has come to ask him for Sansa’s hand instead of a simple walk.]

[Your grace. It's a title that barely befits him presently. He's not the Emperor yet and his rank is rather insignificant. He smiles politely though.]

I am Ling Yao. [He presses a fist against his open palm and offers a slight bow.] It is an honor, your grace.

Robb Stark. [While he talks he straightens his back a bit more, a stern expression on his face.] It is good to meet in person. [The safety of his sister means a lot to him and silently he hopes he is able to stop feeling guilty over absolutely everything one day.]

You wish to court my sister, is it not? I appreciate that you have contacted me first about it.

[Well... he'd actually only wanted to just take Sansa for a walk. But hey, if it's a courtship that's being offered here, why not?]

Well you are her king. I would hate to be a cause of discord between the two of you.

I am her brother first. [The smile on his face is small and overly polite.] All I want for you is that you are careful with her. [Oh, and...] Respect her wishes.

And should her wishes find her wishing to spend more time with me?

[He is curious to find out if this actually does potentially lead to marriage. Because that wasn't the original plan.]

We will see about that. [Because in Robb’s head they were all going home as soon as possible, and this man had nothing to offer to the North.] I do not think she will have great plans of that sort. [And I hope you do not have those either.]

Well, of course. Who can plan these things, after all?

[This entirely contradictory to how these things are already always planned. He is for instance already planned to have fifty wives.]

[Robb cannot help a soft snort.]

At times marriages can be rather sudden. And unexpected.

[His voice stays calm and polite.]

I rather not want you to something like that.

I'm afraid I have no experience in that matter. I'll take your word on it.

[Robb nods and smiles.]

Have a good time with my sister, your grace. Make her smile.

[He reaches out to pat Ling's arm in a friendly way.]

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