hello i have no willpower [intro]

[queenofbeauty]

"--The door!"

Elia is screaming. She can hear them, they're nearly here, and she's never been so afraid for anything in her life as she is now. Clegane will hurt her, she knows, but she does not even want to think of what may happen to her children. He is a mountain, yes, but moreso, he is a monster

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[rob_fellows]

Here is someone who has never met any westerosis, believe it or not. Robin Goodfellow will jump from the first floor in response to the screaming. He's still the living picture of a fashion magazine, in faded jeans and a couture polo, but a flash on his vulpine features indicates that the superficiality is only appearant.

He kneels by the young woman, and says, "Miss, it's alright. There's no-one that will hurt you, here."

Assuming, perhaps that this is a bit before she's taken in, because we haven't had chivalrous Robin in a while.

[queenofbeauty]

She nods her head, "I would like that. Shall we reconvene here?" At the door, she means.

[rob_fellows]

"If you wish. I suppose you know where to go, then?" He's a bit surprised - he was certain she was fresh off the boat.

[queenofbeauty]

Elia is fresh off the boat. But she's sure she can figure the place out-- pride will do that to people crowned princess from birth. She nods, "Thank you."

And... she does figure out the magic of indoor plumbing, though it is not automatic and so, it takes her a while longer than it would another person. But, eventually, she finds her way back to the door. Visibly, she's much more at ease than she was; the uncracking the mystery of faucets was a brilliant distraction.

[rob_fellows]

She will find the Puck waiting for her at the door, a fancy schmancy pic nic basket in hand, and a smug grin on his face. He's leaning against the doorframe, as if he were waiting for his date, which, well, he might as well be.

[queenofbeauty]

Elia sees him and bows as is appropriate. She's not his date, her posture says, he's my chaperon.

"Ser Fellows."

[rob_fellows]

"Princess," he replies, charming as ever. He offers her his arm. "You look lovely," he tells her, not lecherous (how miraculous is that), but sincere.

[queenofbeauty]

Elia takes his arm, smiling despite herself. It's always nice to be flattered. "Why, thank you." She motions to the door, "Shall we?"

[rob_fellows]

"But of course," he replies, and he disentangles himself to open the door with a sweeping bow. "Did you find the installations adequate?"

[queenofbeauty]

Oh, this is amusing. Her smile grows wider, "I did; strange, but they worked well enough for my purposes."

[rob_fellows]

"That is good to hear," Robin replies with a smile. "I'm sure we could find more familiar accommodations, though, if you preferred."

And he starts on the way to the lake, then, leisurely and excessively attentive to the lady on his arm.

[queenofbeauty]

"This is fine. It is-- not too unlike home." Except less people walking around in chainmail, how crazy. "The weather is lovely."

She's alright with attention-- she isn't aware of it, but she is somewhat starved for contact. Her husband was never wholly aware of her, and so this is as close as she'll go to being unfaithful to him, in her mind.

[rob_fellows]

"It has been getting better and better," Robin replies. "And it will stay this way for another few months, before fall comes. I do like that time of year - the red leaves are so beautiful, it's like a continual sunset. Almost as beautiful as the lady on my arm, but not quite, however."

[queenofbeauty]

Elia cocks her head, a breath away at rolling her eyes at him. Growing up with Oberyn means, among other things, she is wise to this trick. Still, she allows it; it's kind and amusing and well intentioned, she thinks. "Ser is too kind. Flattery is appreciated by an old married woman such as myself." She says with an impish smile-- again, blame Oberyn.

[rob_fellows]

Robin's amused, and gives her the most innocent smile in his arsenal. "Flattery, My Lady? You wound me to suspect that I may have ulterior motives. Truly, I only meant to state something of an artistic nature. If anyone has led you to believe that you were old, however, just point me in their direction. I will gladly inform them of their mistake."

[queenofbeauty]

Elia smiles back, with her own most innocent smile. It's more 'sweet' than anything, really.

"Ser Fellows, I am an old married woman, there is no insult in that." She is quite proud of it, actually. "Though if you feel need to forget the old part, I would not object."