@goldeir a winter rose ft margaeryn tyrell && robb stark
Robb had been certain that this entire fiasco was a trap, designed to lure in enemies of the crown so that they might be put on trial and executed. His mother had implored him to ignore the raven, but he had refused. If all were permitted into King's Landing then he would enter with a small entourage. Under the pretense of attending the masked ball, Robb would rescue both Arya and Sansa. Finding them thus far had proven difficult. Not wanting to be perceived as paranoid or suspicious, Robb afforded himself passing glances at ladies in attendance. Thus far he hadn't caught sight of anybody resembling either of his sisters, leaving him momentarily discouraged. Had they been imprisoned or worse? Robb didn't want to humor the idea of his sisters in peril. They were far too useful to be put the blade or thrown into a cell. No, Cersei would use them for political gain. They had the misfortune of being born noble, allowing them to be used as pawns. Robb had to rescue them before they were married off to somebody undeserving. Thus his search continued. Tossing glances at the gentler sex had only garnered him unwanted attention in droves. They had all perceived his fleeting attention as flirting, and now Robb had droves of courtiers demanding a dance. Robb was forced to the outskirts of the ballroom where he could lay low. This was going poorly. Thus far he hadn't made any progress on rescuing his sisters, but was determined to continue his search. Robb resigns himself to a corner where a nobleman stood, surrounded by men in waiting. To fetch a goblet of wine from a nearby table he had to politely excuse himself, weaving in and out of the young men that surrounded their charge. With his drink in hand he lifts it to his lips so he might take a sip. He tosses a glance at the nobleman, one who appeared effortlessly charming and handsome even while hidden beneath a mask. Deciding he had done his fair share of searching, he put a pause on his mission. Robb would have all night to find his sisters.
"Have you had any luck tonight?" Robb asks, employing a smile while offering a hand for the nobleman to take. Upon receiving it he lifts it to his lips so he may grace Margaeran's knuckles with a kiss. "I believe I was just struck with it."