[He had a way with words, something she knew long before they spoke. He was a poet, a singer. He had managed to move her to tears the night before. Now he left her blushing, her heart racing in her chest.
Despite her reason and sense, she was swept away by the romanticism and the softness he offered her. Robert claimed to love her, but he never sought to prove it. A man could not change his nature, as she had told Ned before. She did not love or trust Robert.
She could love Rhaegar, away from the eyes of the court and her family's discontent. She had wanted freedom, adventure. She could have it, so long as she was willing to reach out and take it. It wasn't about strength, she had that aplenty, but desire...she wasn't certain yet.]
Show me then. [She pulled out of his arms again, this time creating more space between them. Firm in her decision to stand on her own two feet.] Prove it.
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Despite her reason and sense, she was swept away by the romanticism and the softness he offered her. Robert claimed to love her, but he never sought to prove it. A man could not change his nature, as she had told Ned before. She did not love or trust Robert.
She could love Rhaegar, away from the eyes of the court and her family's discontent. She had wanted freedom, adventure. She could have it, so long as she was willing to reach out and take it. It wasn't about strength, she had that aplenty, but desire...she wasn't certain yet.]
Show me then. [She pulled out of his arms again, this time creating more space between them. Firm in her decision to stand on her own two feet.] Prove it.