You Can Call Me Queen Bee

I’m Not Proud of My Address

“I do not know you, my Lady,” Robb said with a hint of inquisitiveness. Bee stood tall in her new dress, liking the way that the dark green fabric complemented her brown hair. All of her money was now gone because of the dress, but hopefully it would be worth it.

“Bee,” she replied with a short curtsey.

“Of which house?”

“I would rather not say, my Lord…” Bee trailed off. “I grew up in Dorne, though.” Robb raised his eyebrows, interested by the mysterious and uniquely beautiful woman.

“Why are you ashamed of your house?”

“They are not the most noble of highborns,” Bee fibbed smoothly.

“Well, I am certain that their actions do not reflect who you are,” Robb said sympathetically and Bee timidly smiled.

“You are very kind, my Lord,” she said softly and Robb found himself grinning along with the woman.

“How long are you staying in Winterfell for?” he asked and Bee gave a simple shrug.

“For as long as I have reason to stay.”

“Well, I hope I will see you around,” Robb smiled as he held her gaze.
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