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It should have felt like an anomaly that Mira was walking down the street with Robb Stark, someone who about a week ago, Mira could care less about. Most of the things he said infuriated Mira but it was the same man who texted her erratically about organizing a march. The more she was around Robb, the more she learned about him and in turn, changing her original opinion of him. It was something she wouldnât have thought was possible, but the sole fact she was keen on seeing him after the march was a surprise on its own. Mira should have went back to her apartment, have a movie night in with Jeyne, but instead she was going to have a drink with the man she partnered with today. âYou should see my family. My brothers are a case on their own and I swear they have good intentions but my father thinks otherwise. Angry is good. Any emotion can lead to action. If they donât give us the action we want, we fight harder.â
âI donât doubt you can be a wordsmith and be as innovative. I donât know Willas quite well but Loras and Sansa speak highly of him. He was a good choice.â Mira knew that a voice like that could be influential and get peopleâs heads to turn. It added to the fact that he had a good name and people knew his face. This was a place she loved to go when she had a few hours after the school day or a good night on the weekend. It gave a familiarity from the North that she wouldnât otherwise have in other places in Oldtown. âI come when I can. Some days deserve a drink especially when being around kids for most of it,â Mira commented, pulling an errant curl behind her ear. âYou should get out more often, then. Itâs a little piece of home for sure.â Mira loved playing darts or the pool table while handling a drink. âWhat do you do when youâre not working so hard up North?â
It was nice, really, to spend time with Mira, to walk with her and act as if he were anyone but the son of Eddard Stark. While Robb was successful in the courtroom, there was a large part of him that resented having been put there and he knew that in another decade or two, heâd be the one sitting in his fatherâs chair in Winterfell. He chuckled as she mentioned her family, for he wondered if anyone truly thought their siblings were normal or easy to get along with. âIâve met your brothers,â he offered, though he certainly didnât know them quite well. He liked Rodrik well enough, he supposed, having been out with Theon and some of the guys a few nights here or there when the Forrester brothers were around. âI think Rodrik can drink me under the table, to be honest.â He laughed, thinking of Theonâs last birthday in Wintertown, though it had been some time since theyâd celebrated the youngest kraken in the North.
He nodded, oblivious and unaware of his sisterâs interest in the Tyrell man. âEither way, he did well. I donât know any of the Tyrells exceptionally well.â In time, he suspected that would change, especially if the government in Westeros continued to trample upon the rights of its citizens. âHow do you like teaching?â he inquired, his gaze curious as he considered the thought of spending hours surrounded by those he thought to be little more than hellions. âI get out sometimes, but Iâm just rarely in the same place.â In truth, Robb knew more about the bars in Kingâs Landing or Riverrun than he did here. Robb shrugged his shoulder and offered Mira a lazy smile. âI still try to play rugby here and there. Pick-up games, mostly.â He was still rather frustrated that heâd not been allowed to play professionally as heâd originally wanted, though he didnât want Mira to see that side of him â it was a bitter side, a petty side, and he was surprised to feel a small amount of shame for it now. He took a long pull on his drink.










