WEAKNESS had no place upon a throne. The laughter leaving the lioness can only be seen as mockery. It displeases the King, and with the corner of his eyes, he can see that it also does not sit well with the bannermen present in the room. Then again, a crowd of Northerners was unlikely to join in on the glee of a Southron.
❝ If the change is unwelcome to you, Lannister, I shall be glad in sending you back to the cell you came from. ❞ Placid faces of the North break into small smiles of admiration, revelling in the coldness of their leader. A King owed no satisfaction to his prisoner, a King had to answer no questions. And though it was not his wish to send the sickly woman back, Robb was a King now, and he must act as one.
THAT sobers her rather QUICKLY, and she is left, once again, STRUGGLING
to remain on her own TWO FEET. she sways, like a branch in a strong wind, first
to her left, and then sharply to the RIGHT —-there is a sudden and overwhelming fear
that she will COLLAPSE. ( and she DOES. )
before she knows it, she is on the ground before the KING IN THE NORTH, body
shaking. she knows, then, that she can not REFUSE him.
“ YOUR GRACE. “ voice wavers as she struggles to pull herself upright.
“ i —- i apologize. “