Beasts of Lore ♕ GOT

Teasing

A whole week without Andriella was driving Robb mad. Sure they could talk and walk together but Andriella no longer allowed him to visit her tent or spend the night, not until his mother returned and another wedding was done. 

Her little glances and lingering touches distracted him during meetings, kept him awake at night, and sent tingles down his spine. 

He was fully under her control and he didn't mind a bit. He just wanted to be able to relish in her company now that she was his wife. 

Alas not everyone knew this fact so he had to restrain himself. 

Robb sits on the log three yards away from where Andriella practices with two long swords. A bowl of lukewarm soup rests untouched in his palms as his eyes are glued to her graceful movements. 

Andriella maneuvers the two long swords around herself, blocking and returning strikes with her sparring partner. Ser Terren swings his single sword at Andriella's head, the girl ducking under and sweeping her leg at him. 

Terren jumps and midair stabs his sword down. The Bryne girl rolls away as Baemarr runs into the fight to guard Andriella as she rises to her feet again. 

Baemarr holds the dulled edge of Ser Terren's sword in his jaws as Andriella crosses her swords in front of Terren's neck. 

"Yield!" Ser Terren shouts, still struggling with Baemarr's grip. 

"Alewisdodi [Stop]," Andriella instructs to Baemarr in Agaligian. Baemarr gives a final tug before releasing the blade and sending Ser Terren stumbling backward and into the pooled mud. 

Andriella sits on her ankles and holds Baemarr's face. Opening his jaw she inspects for any cuts the dull blade could have caused but luckily she finds none. 

"Thank you Baemarr. Now run along." 

"I thought we agreed upon no wolves!" Ser Terren grumbles as he scoops mud off of his armor. 

"I can't stop him from protecting me." Andriella snickers, her eyes drifting to where she knows Robb his watching her. Robb gives a subtle nod, lips twitching upwards. 

Now besides the girl, Ser Terren inspects Andriella's grip on the two long swords. "You're getting better at manipulating dual long blades. Your grip is still weak though." He pushes her right hand, the blade fumbling in her grip. "You're forcing it. Just relax a little." 

Robb lowers the soup bowl, abandoning it in front of the low fire he was sat before. He makes his way over to his wife, resting a hand on her lower back as he lingers beside her. "I've never seen a dual wielder before." 

"They're quite common in Agaliga." Ser Terren comments. 

Andriella steps away from Robb's touch, shooting him an admonishing look. "Mind your hands Robb..." 

"Apologies, My Lady." He snickers, not really sorry. Ser Terren muffles a laugh beneath his gloved hands as Andriella glowers at the two of them. 

"Your mother will be back soon. Just wait until then," She takes a quick glance around her, making sure no one is observing them closely. Assured that the coast is clear she steps up to her husband, hands sliding up his chest and lips close to his ear. "My love." 

She scampers away before he can react. A coy smile painting her lips as the rest of her pack follow after her. 

"Good luck with that." Ser Terren bellows, no longer containing his laughter. 

Robb, frozen in shock can't even bring himself to acknowledge Ser Terren as Andriella's words echo in his head. Whether she was aware of her wording or admission or not did not register with the boy. Only the fact that she used the word love.