Recognition flashes in Jeyne's brown eyes at the name, and she suddenly looks like she's about to cry. Merciful mother, Robb is here, Robb is alive, her sweet Robbβ
Wait. My sweet Robb? And just like that, those three words bring a chill to her heart that's almost exactly like what she'd felt that moment during the wedding feast when she realized they'd been betrayed. Just before she'd felt that dark presence behind her and the dagger in her belly, a cold so thick and inescapable. Now she can't remember exactly what the girl had called him. But it sounded had affectionate. My sweet Robb?
"A-Aye." Her voice is breaking, and she hates it, so she tries to draw herself up in the way she's seen Lady Catelyn do. She only succeeds at stopping her tears from falling. "Robb Stark, he..." Who else has a wolf named Grey Wind? Only he doesn't sound like the man she'd married now. "He's the King in the North," she manages, ducking her head and reaching for the cup of wine she's left unattended with her shaking hands.
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Wait. My sweet Robb? And just like that, those three words bring a chill to her heart that's almost exactly like what she'd felt that moment during the wedding feast when she realized they'd been betrayed. Just before she'd felt that dark presence behind her and the dagger in her belly, a cold so thick and inescapable. Now she can't remember exactly what the girl had called him. But it sounded had affectionate. My sweet Robb?
"A-Aye." Her voice is breaking, and she hates it, so she tries to draw herself up in the way she's seen Lady Catelyn do. She only succeeds at stopping her tears from falling. "Robb Stark, he..." Who else has a wolf named Grey Wind? Only he doesn't sound like the man she'd married now. "He's the King in the North," she manages, ducking her head and reaching for the cup of wine she's left unattended with her shaking hands.