Cassana shared some stories she made up describing her castle, pointing out details (in her imagination) where the door had been and exactly how close they were to the sea (very close. As evidence of the tide coming in closer and closer). At the offering of making a necklace, Robb gave Margaery his dagger as requested earlier in the day.
He watches as Margaery's dexterous fingers worked at making the hole for string, amazed at how she knew to make such a thing. Robb had no knowledge of the such and never credited himself for creativity. His entire childhood was rearing him to be king, each lesson carefully plotted and planned. He could tell you all the houses of the kingdoms and their words, but to ask to make a necklace out of a shell would be completely at a loss for him.
Becoming close to completing the first necklace is when Robb hears the trumpets, eyes darting to meet Margaery's. "I have to go." He motions to move, but pauses for a moment to realize Cassana is attached to his leg, tight arms around his thigh and her cheek pressed to the fabric. She had warmed up to him, and it tore at his heart.
Gently he pulls her apart from him and whispers a promise to see her again very soon before heading back towards the castle in hopes he could shake the sand off before anyone noticed. He would change clothes before dinner.
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Date: 2016-12-18 01:55 am (UTC)He watches as Margaery's dexterous fingers worked at making the hole for string, amazed at how she knew to make such a thing. Robb had no knowledge of the such and never credited himself for creativity. His entire childhood was rearing him to be king, each lesson carefully plotted and planned. He could tell you all the houses of the kingdoms and their words, but to ask to make a necklace out of a shell would be completely at a loss for him.
Becoming close to completing the first necklace is when Robb hears the trumpets, eyes darting to meet Margaery's. "I have to go." He motions to move, but pauses for a moment to realize Cassana is attached to his leg, tight arms around his thigh and her cheek pressed to the fabric. She had warmed up to him, and it tore at his heart.
Gently he pulls her apart from him and whispers a promise to see her again very soon before heading back towards the castle in hopes he could shake the sand off before anyone noticed. He would change clothes before dinner.