sovereignstark:

“He’s earning far too much praise from you.
                                        Should I be worried?”

Robb’s eyes held concern but also had a
stubborn edge to them. No matter her
response, he would not be keeping a
closer eye on his guards if such a thing
were possible. Robb already was highly
suspicious of any hot blooded male
around his sisters. Especially Loras with
the way Sansa was complimenting him.

“Well… it’s hardly a runway.
You won’t see my shirt for the jacket.”
He added, glancing down at the faded grey item. 

:: 〖 ❣ 〗――— ::

                “Don’t be silly. Please, put your
         knife away– we’re going for dinner.”

                    Metaphorically anyway, she would
          roll her eyes but she’s pleased by Robb’s
          protective streak. Loras is very cute and
          maybe if he showed her any attention at
          all, they could t r y something– alas.

                    With another critical lookover, she
          ends up shrugging, azure eyes reflecting
          her amusement. It’s the little things that
          pleases her though her dreams are out of
          the world most of the time.

               "Let’s go then. Youre driving, right?“

                       She reaches for his hand to help 
            pull her up. Damned heels.