[When he first catches sight of Robb, Cesare is...busy.
He had missed the fierce brutality of combat, the hitching of the heartbeat that occurred when you stared at another man who was just as poised to destroy you as you were for him. There are no knives or blades, no fatal edge to these games, but Cesare is enjoying them nonetheless, a sadistic, almost perverse smirk on his lips as he slams some poor soul into his knee. When he is done, for this round at least, he walks, slightly breathy, over to Robb, over confident swagger in his step. He reaches for a towel to mop down his chest and points to the direwolf.]
I thought that they had said no weapons?
[Trust the boy to bring his dog along. Cesare would have thought Robb was marrying that instead, had he not known better.]
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He had missed the fierce brutality of combat, the hitching of the heartbeat that occurred when you stared at another man who was just as poised to destroy you as you were for him. There are no knives or blades, no fatal edge to these games, but Cesare is enjoying them nonetheless, a sadistic, almost perverse smirk on his lips as he slams some poor soul into his knee. When he is done, for this round at least, he walks, slightly breathy, over to Robb, over confident swagger in his step. He reaches for a towel to mop down his chest and points to the direwolf.]
I thought that they had said no weapons?
[Trust the boy to bring his dog along. Cesare would have thought Robb was marrying that instead, had he not known better.]