A sickly little boy, Robin had barely seen anything past the moon door of the Eyrie. Even his time in King’s Landing was spent confined to his own chambers, often having to settle with games with his mother.
If only they had been the only games she were playing.
Now a LORD OF THE VALE, it was pass time Robin Arryn got to acquaint himself with the lands he was responsible for. Yet, even that task seemed daunting with the people of the east torn between their rightful Lord and the idea of Harry the Heir; a man who bore more of the physical and seemingly internal characteristics of House Arryn. A dispute that was covertly planted by Lord Baelish when he was alive, now an enemy to those who stood beside Robin and his claim.
Tully eyes bore an exasperated expression which was not uncommon the day after a leeching. His maester had insisted to it however, after the shakes he had the day before on their journey to Strongsong; missing the view of the lakes upon his arrival and approaching the stronghold on horseback because he was asleep in the carriage recovering.
Not exactly the impression he hoped to bestow.
“I wish to see more of it,” he answered a little too quickly but honestly as the topic caught his attention. He straightened from his slouch ( and when realizing it, was glad Lady Royce wasn’t around to scold him for it ) and continued to muse on the topic. “Especially the lakes. I’ve never seen open water before, other than Blackwater Bay… from my window.” There was a slight hesitation by the end, unaccustomed to speaking so freely about his endeavors. But Yohn Royce trusted the family and assured the Lord he should feel free to do so, especially when considering their circumstance.
she’ listens carefully, drinking up the conversation like her father does wine. she is glad for the variation in conversation, books were the only variation in people she got to experience most of the time, and books weren’t exactly very talkative. it’s perhaps the reason she enjoys events like this so much, when someone comes to visit, when people are invited, and there is celebration, and welcoming, and music. she hesitates only for a moment, trying to remember what the plans for the visit were, whether her father had already arranged for someone to show lord arryn around strongsong, as far as she knew, he hadn’t.
❛ i’ve never seen blackwater bay myself, but i’m told it’s quite a beautiful sight. i was planning on taking a walk down to the lakes today, you are more than welcome to accompany me, it’s not too far, just through the gardens. perhaps you could tell me how it compares to blackwater bay. ❜ well, that was the point closest to the castle, where the water split into two. she knows it well, she’s spent much time swimming there. ❛ there isn’t much too see outside the castle besides the gardens and lakes, but there’s plenty inside. i favour the music room and library myself. ❜ she omits that the reason why is because those are the few places in the castle she can find some quiet, where she’s undisturbed, and can rest for a time without prying eyes and questions she doesn’t want to answer.
she wonders if there is much point hiding her own illness around robin arryn. part of her thinks it would be insulting, especially when she has heard from her own family that the man is not entirely healthy himself. so she decides in that moment that while perhaps it is best not to let the full extent show, guarding it tightly is a worthless endeavour, and one that would likely reinforce any doubts about house belmore being untrustworthy.
she knows all too well how some view her father, knows that the women within this castle are perhaps looked on more favourably, and she can see it from their perspective, a noble man taking money with no clear purpose besides personal gain. he was too proud, too concerned how it would affect her, too conscious of how sick women were viewed to explain to anyone unaware of her condition that he had used the money for maesters to try and cure her. it was perhaps one of the reasons her father refused to support harry, he knew that sickly people are more than their appearance. plus, he didn’t seem to like harry much anyway, judging by the way he spoke of the man.
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