the moon holds all your secrets.

[_kinginthenorth]

The party has wound down, and Sansa has been giving Edmund looks for most of the evening that make Robb feel awkward and start something uncomfortable settling in the pit of his stomach. Still, he plays the host and watches his sister dance, and she seems happy enough, and he actually has enjoyed himself

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Edmund nods wearily and smiles in thanks to Robb. They walk in relative silence with Grey Wind padding along with them until they are out of ear shot of the party.

"We need to talk," he says abruptly.

[_kinginthenorth]

No good conversation has ever begun thus, not in Westeros, Narnia, or anywhere else. Robb looks over at him worriedly. "About what?"

[alwaysaking]

Edmund rubs his face and leans against a tree not two yards from his home. "I love you," he says first because he needs to. "And it is because I love you that I must say this."

Edmund takes a deep breath and looks Robb in the eyes. "I'm not comfortable with hiding. I'm not good at it and it makes me feel Dishonest, but I understand that you're not ready yet and I respect that. But," here he pauses and lets out a frustrated noise. "Aslan's mane," he mutters. "I am well practiced at ignoring when any persons see me as someone other than a judge, but even I am not so oblivious as to note how Sansa is behaving."

[_kinginthenorth]

"Yes," says Robb unhappily. "I'd worried about that when I first saw you the two of you dancing."