While Jeyne isn't familiar with a term so modern as boyfriend, she knows it doesn't just mean a friend that's a boy, because Eponine's face and demeanor lights up as though she's speaking of a lover. Which the other girl only proves a moment later, without missing a beat, sharing the sordid details of her love life as if they're not in a public place. As if she's not speaking about someone who was marriedβ
Well, if Jeyne had died and Robb did not β and one of her hands unconsciously slip off the table to rest on her belly, to where there should've been signs of life but now was none β then he was a free man, wasn't he? So he had every right to do anything he wanted. And, well, he's King, isn't he? He can do whatever he wants. She'd already heard it whispered around her before; that someday he would grow tired of her, that he only married her to save face, that kings were insatiable and, like Robert Baratheon, he would have bastard children with other women soon enough.
How could she have lost everything in a single day? Is she to blame for the misfortunes that have fallen on him? Or are the gods just cruel?
She feels tears come to her eyes. I love him, so very much. So does she. "He sounds wonderful, my Lady." Her voice is thick with emotion. "I... I am glad, that you are happy." It's pride that keeps her from bolting or breaking down or causing a scene, desperately holding on to what's left of her dignity. She's learned much since they'd married.
She switches the subject, looking for a way to extract herself quietly. "So there is no wolf lurking in the streets, other than this wolf you say your... boyfriend is?" She stumbles a little at that strange word. Boyfriend seems so... inadequate, if not said with the same conviction and fondness as Eponine had. "We are safe here?"
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Well, if Jeyne had died and Robb did not β and one of her hands unconsciously slip off the table to rest on her belly, to where there should've been signs of life but now was none β then he was a free man, wasn't he? So he had every right to do anything he wanted. And, well, he's King, isn't he? He can do whatever he wants. She'd already heard it whispered around her before; that someday he would grow tired of her, that he only married her to save face, that kings were insatiable and, like Robert Baratheon, he would have bastard children with other women soon enough.
How could she have lost everything in a single day? Is she to blame for the misfortunes that have fallen on him? Or are the gods just cruel?
She feels tears come to her eyes. I love him, so very much. So does she. "He sounds wonderful, my Lady." Her voice is thick with emotion. "I... I am glad, that you are happy." It's pride that keeps her from bolting or breaking down or causing a scene, desperately holding on to what's left of her dignity. She's learned much since they'd married.
She switches the subject, looking for a way to extract herself quietly. "So there is no wolf lurking in the streets, other than this wolf you say your... boyfriend is?" She stumbles a little at that strange word. Boyfriend seems so... inadequate, if not said with the same conviction and fondness as Eponine had. "We are safe here?"