On Enemy Grounds / Robb & Allyria
stark-inthenorth:
Oh, how quick his instincts were to try to betray him. He bristled at her words, everything in him screaming immediately to lecture the improper, informal and inappropriate address of him as a ‘boy’ – right until his mind reminded him you are not a king here. He was not even a Stark here, and gods forbid anyone thought him otherwise, especially the curious female beside him.
“I think not.” He tried to school the Northern accent out of his voice but he had no idea how. When had he ever had need, let alone want to sound like a southerner? She, on the other hand, bore the heavy exotic accent of the Dornish, and she clearly did not need to veil it.
He should’ve stopped talking, but his nerves got the better of him. “Considering how far you seem to be from home though, I’d even say definitely not.”
Allyria stared at him for a long moment, her eyes narrowing although she maintained her smile, appearing polite to the patrons of the Inn. The more he spoke the more he fueled her suspicions.
“My, what a curious accent you have, boy,” Allyria commented-- making sure to stress the word ‘boy’ even more than before-- she clasped her hands in front of her and leaned forward so she could speak quietly and still be heard by only him, “One might even say it sounds a bit Northern.”
She watched him again, waiting to see if she was pulling a reaction from him. Allyria wanted to call him out of who thought he was, but she certainly wasn’t going to do it out loud and in public in the middle of King’s Landing. But if her suspicions were correct, then she wanted to make him nervous. After a beat of silence she spoke once more, standing straight as she introduced herself to the young man, “I am Lady Allyria of House Dayne. And you are?”
