Prince Robin Arryn of the Vale

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TIMOTHÉE ▫️✨▫️

📸 by Greg Williams

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     While he had a knack for being disingenuous with other people, Leowyn was being nothing but honest with the Arryn prince. His loyalty lied with Robin’s family, and thus, to use his tactics garnered for his title as Master of Whispers on Robin would have gone against whatever little moral code he had. In hindsight, Leowyn should have recognized that he could have come across crass or brazen — or even condescending — to the younger male. That was the furthest thing from his goal. If anything, he wished to do whatever necessary to stay in the prince’s good graces.

     “I apologize. I shall be more inventive next time,” Leowyn decided.  The older male had certainly not been expecting the words that parted from Robin’s lips, and it was quite apparent on his face by the way his blue eyes widened. He moved from his seat, a little hesitant at first. He was usually such a confident and bold man, but Robin had so expertly flipped the table on him. Such a request would have been surely a joke, but the prince’s body language suggested anything but. “As you wish, my prince,” he declared. Leowyn inched closer to the younger male, nimble fingers working at the buttons on his velvet doublet. His undershirt followed suit. Once the fabric was torn from his body, his muscles on full display, Leowyn’s gaze returned to Robin’s. His digits unlaced his breeches before tugging them off his frame, leaving him in nothing but his smallclothes. “Should I, or would you like to?”

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   The last thing Robin had expected was for Leowyn to follow through with the order to strip. Wetting his bottom lip as Leowyn stood and moved closer, his eyes scanning as more and more of the older’s man flesh was revealed. It seemed as though the man was done to his smallclothes in such a fast amount of time, and Robin......he felt a stirring in his own breeches that he had not felt for quite some time. It was the brandy.....or stress....fear of the upcoming battle that was making him act in such a manner. The last time Robin had been intimate with a man was with Eon, before battle, he had been his husband at that point, a relationship that had been built upon trust, and friendship, and respect. Leowyn, Leowyne meant nothing to Robin. Yet here they were. Gently rising from his seat, he moved a hand to rub through the hair on the lord’s chest, feeling it move under his fingers, while also rubbing against his skin, moving to brush over one of his nipples. Slowly his hands traveled down to his abs, feeling the muscles under his touch. Swallowing, 

“You are very attractive, Lord Corbray. I should have asked you to remove your clothes during all of our past meetings with my brother.” When he was asked if he would like to remove that last bit of clothing from the lord, Robin’s hand moved to brush against the fabric, slipping a finger underneath to touch the hidden skin. Pulling his hand from Leowny’s body. “Stay where you’re standing.” Moving around his desk, he took the small jeweled knife he Robin used to open letters to cut Leowyn’s small clothes from his body before returning both to his a drawer. Standing behind Leowyn, his breath against the back of his neck “Those are mine now, a trophy of my conquest of Lord Leowyn Corbray. Now if I remember, I had asked you to take off your own clothes, and yet I had to reveal the final hidden inches of your body.” 

Robin’s hand found itself on Leowyn’s backside, squeezing the muscle of his arse. Pulling his hand away, Robin swiftly brought it back, smacking the lord on the backside. “Do you think I could humble you Lord Corbray?” 

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     There was one thing Leowyn prided himself on, and that was being able to quickly assess people in situations. Needless to say, he could tell the young prince was wearing thin with patience when it came to him. Truth be told, he could understand the seeming disdain the younger male held for him. The two had never interacted outside of official business or small talk — or, of course, the joust at the prince’s birthday celebration, but Leowyn did not really count it. Such was the case now, though this meeting had drudged on longer than their prior encounters. The River King was their biggest priority at the moment, and both knew they needed to be prepared, should anything devastating occur. 

     Leowyn noted silently the the number of glasses Robin had already downed. He didn’t remark upon them, as it was not his place, but it was good to know what the prince liked. Perhaps down the road, he could use that fact to get into his good graces. Time would only tell. So Leowyn carried on, explaining his position to the the raven-haired male. He could sense the boredom in his gaze. He could understand why Robin was losing interest. He was young after all, and war did not seem to be suited to his interests. Still, the matters were pressing, and Leowyn would have been remiss not to elaborate his views on the possible conflict. He only found himself speechless when the other male interrupted him. He hadn’t quite imagined the conversation turning to such a topic, but Leowyn was relieved, if he was being truthful. 

     “Well, my prince, it was your birthday after all,” Leowyn started. “I had already won. Yes, I could have taken both victories, but it would not have been right to dampen your day. I serve at your pleasure, do I not?” He posed the question with an arched brow. “Besides, who said I would like the attention of the women? Perhaps I wanted your attention.”

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   When Robin heard the Lord’s responses he furrowed his brows, and chewed on his bottom lip. my prince, your attention, serve at your pleasure. Leowyn knew what he was doing. He was Master of Whispers he must have been good at playing with others minds, getting them to say things....do things they normally would not so he could squeeze information out them. Robin also knew how much of the Myrish Pear Brandy he had consumed was throwing him off his edge, he wouldn’t have said what he had without the drink in his system, but it was too late to backtrack now....especially after what the other had said. He was simply trying to throw him off more, or mock him, and Robin couldn’t tolerate either. He had to regain the over hand, call Leowyn on his bluff, take the pressure that had now been put on him, and put it back on the Master of Whispers. Robin under normal circumstances would usually never be so brazen, but with the Myrish drink, he felt a sense of courage running through his bones to be more assertive with the lord. 

“How noble of you to not wish to dampen my mood on my name day. Unfortunately, your rather boring gift did such a thing.” Shifting in his seat, his eyes looking over Leowyn’s futures another time. “You want to please me so badly? You truly want my attention over the attention of women? Then prove it, Lord Corbray, take off your clothes and you shall have as much of my attention and my pleasure as you wish.” Bringing his drink to his lips, and taking a long drink, his eyes not breaking their connection with Leowyn’s so that the older man knew just how serious the Arryn Prince was. 

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“apparently one cannot have an engagement dinner without the happy groom and bride to be attending together.” ravella replied as she offered rodrik an uncharacteristic genuine smile, though it fell quickly as her attention seemed to momentarily be on something beneath the table. below the draped table cloth sat a spoiled feline; waiting for the chance to have a second bite for dinner. quickly shredding a piece of chicken with her knife and fork, she put a small serving on a plate and put it down at her feet. “besides, we do have some matters to discuss before the troops travel to the border, do we not? we are all gathered.”

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   Robin truthfully did not see the point to this dinner, now was not the time to be wasting evenings with dinners and pleasantries. They should have been preparing for battle. Robin doubted the River King was currently sitting at the dinner table, more worried about weddings and feeding cats. Taking his own seat, it took a few hand gestures, but he eventually also got Artys to sit under his chair so that he would not get in the way. The dog unfortunately had come into the habit of following Robin wherever he went. "Yes, shall we move things along? I imagine we are all dreadfully busy."

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   Robin was his brother’s Hand, it fell to him to handle many matters, both by his brother’s request and because Robin felt that these things needed his attention, so he could compile reports for his brother. That meant he also took meetings with the other Small Council members, usually individually. Right now he was meeting with Leowyn Corbray, the Master of Whispers. Robin thought the man was arrogant, and boorish. He was a decent enough Master of Whispers, Robin was certain though he could find two dozen men just as good with a far better personality. Yet, Rowan did not wish to offend one of their most powerful vassals and so refused Robin’s many attempts to have Lord Corbray replaced. 

This meeting was now about three hours in, it was dark out, and Robin was starting to feel the effects of his fourth glass of his favored Tyroshi Pear Brandy. While Robin did not usually drink so much during meetings he found in order to deal with Lord Corbray one on one, he needed some help. The meeting had been arranged so that Leowyn could share all his info on the River King, the River Lords, and the Riverlands. So that he could develop the best battle plan, or in the case of an attack the best possible defense for the Vale. It had only taken a few moments before the Master of Whispers was getting on Robin’s nerves, his bawdiness was......grating. Leo was taking about something but Robin had truthfully stopped listening, and for some reason, maybe it was a mixture of boredom, and curiosity or it was because of the Tyroshi Pear Brandy, Robin found himself cutting Leowyn off with an unrelated matter, 

“Why did you throw the joust for me? An arrogant man like you, I imagine you would have revealed in the victory, the cheers, the.....women who would have given you attention for it, you are after all a very eligible bachelor, with a decent enough face.” His eyes moved away from Leowyn, before he wet his bottom lip with his tongue, and started speaking again, “aAnd you could have won the whole thing if you had wanted. You won the archery tournament, you could have won both. Yet, you chose not to.......why? Tell me.” 

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while the rest of his court was preparing for a night of diversions and festivities, rowan arryn decided to remain safely tucked away in the eyrie, free from the prying eyes and endless mysteries that the merchants of essos were surely going to offer for their guests at the masquerade ball. rowan was aware that the targaryens would be attending the ball tonight in attempt to find more details regarding the tully king’s latest plot, but given they were known for their silver-coloured locks and violet orbs, rowan doubt that his friend’s plan would be successful. only a fool would not be able to recognize daemon targaryen through his mask. alas, rowan still wished his friend the best of luck.

instead, rowan decided it was in his best interest to summon his inner circle which consisted of his second and hand, robin arryn, his master of whispers, leowyn corbray, and his top military general, for a small council meeting. this would ensure that their plans regarding the next impending war would not be overheard by their enemies. it made rowan uneasy to know that he has been forced to welcome his enemies into his own court, to walk through his own home and having to constantly be looking over his shoulders.

rowan entered the room, noticing that he is the first to arrive. he takes his seat in one of the nearby chairs, purposely avoiding the empty chair at the head of the table. with his inner circle, there was no hierarchy. they all had one purpose: to serve the best interest of the vale. 

and because of that, they were each other equals.

    Robin knew that the other royals and nobles were going to some party of debauchery, though it was not something that the youngest Arryn would attend. Such foreign fantasies and flights did not entertain Robin, and he wanted no part of it. His brother was evidently of the same mind, and had decided not to attend. When he heard that his brother was also gathering them for a meeting, he raised an eyebrow, shocked that Lord Corbray wasn’t going to be at the part, he had been sure that such an arrogant man would love such an event. Making his way to the council chambers, Robin took the seat at the head of the table, moving his papers in front of him, before he finally acknowledged his brother. “The others are late. We should begin without them.” 

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dinner before departure

    Robin had asked his siblings to join him for dinner tonight....all of them. Robin typically dined on his own, writing letters, looking over books, working on various things late into the night. Tonight however was far different, after the events with the jester....and then his confession to his eldest sister Ravella about who he was....what he was. He had thought on it quite a bit, and he had reached a decision that left him terrified and anxious. His palms were sweaty and he was anxious, something that he wasn't quite used to. Eventually, however, all his siblings were gathered around the table where a herb roasted capon was sitting along with spinach, leeks, and a bowl of mushrooms cooked in garlic. Smiling as he took his own seat, 

"Thank you all for joining me here, I thought it would be good for us to have dinner together, as a family before we began the voyage back to the Eyrie. After everything that's happened we need to spend more time as a family."

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