Dinner at Casterly Rock

[Helyn Caron]

She blushed. 'i...He...I.' She stammered. 'I had no expectations of marraige when i came here, i am from a small house, it was he who chos me.'

[The Smith]

"You are beautiful, he would have been a fool to look past you." Tomas replied, "Its you who can do better. He is a good match for your house, but kind of a dog fucker."

[Helyn Caron]

She was shocked by the mans anguage. 'It is not up to me, i am quite happy with the match, better than the other choice which presented it self.'

[The Smith]

Tomas laughed, "Want to make a wager you do not believe that one year after your wedding?"

[Helyn Caron]

'As i said, it is not my choice who i am to marry.' Helyn replied

[The Smith]

Tomas smiled, "So you already suspect it, but want the prestige. I can understand that. Its mostly why women fuck me, too brag about riding the dog to their small friends."

[Helyn Caron]

She blushed further. 'That has nothing to do with it!'

[The Smith]

"Then what do you like about him... personally. Besides his pretty face." Tomas asked.

[Helyn Caron]

'He is kind, very curtious.'

[The Smith]

Tomas snorted, "Apparently he is trying to impress. And it is working."

[Helyn Caron]

'Does Lord Baldwin not want this wedding and has asked you to try an scare me off?'

[The Smith]

Tomas laughed, "Of course not, darling. He would be displeased if he could hear my words. He already has visions of alliances with the Storm dancing in his head."

[Helyn Caron]

'Then why are you pushing the fact?'

[The Smith]

"Cause I hate Allard, and like you." Tomas replied. "I have always loved that color of hair."

[Helyn Caron]

She blushed further. "well as I said it is not up to me."