maron greyjoy
It was a strange thing, to sit amongst revelling northerners that he had considered his enemies all his life, and watch the King in the North take his queen in person. But strangeness was something he was getting used to now that he had taken up a piece in these mainlandersâ game, and he knew that his mere invitation here boded well for his future plans as they formulated themselves more and more with every day that passed.Â
It had been unexpected, that he and his own fiancee had been invited here, and when the Young Wolf came personally through the crowd to greet him, Maron made no attempt at concealing his bemusement behind the rim of his tankard of ale.Â
My Mira, Maron would have snickered had he not been guilty of the same pattern of speech. âThere is no need for thanks. It was what had to be done. The bowels of the Silence are no place for a future queen, and victory does not look good on my roach of an uncle.â Maron had no direct quarrel with the Forrester girl - he had heard what she had done for Margaery Tyrell in the process of the kidnappings, and was willing to admit at least to himself that there was some iron in that bravery. âNeither was I, but in the interest of the future I am sure no harm can come of it.â Even if the whole Stark wedding had sparked every fibre of anger in Jeyneâs dainty frame (and most of those in his), he had thought it a beneficial act to come. âEven if I did have to step foot inside a godswood to witness it.â A little chuckle removed malice from his words, but did nothing for the words themselves. âI believe congratulations are in order. You make a fine couple.âÂ
There were far too many Reachmen at his wedding. And not nearly enough Northerners. That thought had gone through Robbâs mind as he flitted through the feast, seeing revelers in their cups and some dancers near the musicians. He supposed it made sense that there were a few Ironborn individuals there as well, though even if he had a quarrel with Theonâs brother, Robb would have invited him anyway.Â
He inclined his head at the manâs response, the ale making him much more amenable to pleasant conversation with the Lord Reaper than he might have been otherwise. âYou have my thanks regardless,â he responded, still thankful that Mira had been saved at all. âI was worried during the rescue, but I worried less knowing that you would bring her back safely. The Lannisters, or the Baratheons or the RedwynesâŚthey could have taken her anywhereâŚâ he trailed off. âI trusted you to keep your word. Iâm not used to trusting Ironborn lords, Lord Greyjoy. I hope you wonât make me regret it.â His eyes met Maronâs and Robb hoped that he did not come across as a fool, for he wasnât. But he had trusted that Maron would want to save Theon as much as Robb did; and the enemy of his enemy was, after all, his friend. And the King in the North was hopeful that it would result in an alliance down the road.
He chuckled, taking another long sip of his ale. âYou did not immediately become set on fire, so it seems my god has little reason to hate you,â he drawled, the jape falling from his lips easier than most. âBut I thank you. I am honored that she accepted my proposal.â Robb tilted his head to the side. âShall your wedding be the next one?â he inquired curiously, the jest still evident in his tone. âWill your guests be required to stand in the sea?â










