It's... that night at the Crag all over again, only it's so many times worse because of everything that they've been through together by now. His grief, his pain, swallowing him whole; she can't let him drown, she can't let him fall into that void. Not again. Never again, as she'd quietly sworn to herself and to their gods when they'd married. He was her sword, and she was his shield.
"Stop it," she says, her voice thick with emotion despite it being so deathly quiet, and she lifts her hands to cup both sides of his face, dropping the flowers she'd been holding. They don't matter. Nothing, no one else matters. She knows that there are far too many people around them, that they should take this conversation to someplace more private, but these are things he needs to her. She can't let him walk away still smothered by his grief. "It wasn't your fault. None of it was your fault." Tears are welling in her eyes now, and she knows she won't be able to hold her ground for long. She never could, not with him. She loved him far too much. "You were honorable and true, and they betrayed you for it." What is it they say about good men? Ned Stark had been a good man, and they'd killed him, too.
"I'm here now." Will it make a difference? Does it matter? She doesn't know. "And I am glad. I thought of you to the very end, my love. How happy you made me, even in the little time we had together. You are my King, Robb Stark, now and always, and I love you."
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"Stop it," she says, her voice thick with emotion despite it being so deathly quiet, and she lifts her hands to cup both sides of his face, dropping the flowers she'd been holding. They don't matter. Nothing, no one else matters. She knows that there are far too many people around them, that they should take this conversation to someplace more private, but these are things he needs to her. She can't let him walk away still smothered by his grief. "It wasn't your fault. None of it was your fault." Tears are welling in her eyes now, and she knows she won't be able to hold her ground for long. She never could, not with him. She loved him far too much. "You were honorable and true, and they betrayed you for it." What is it they say about good men? Ned Stark had been a good man, and they'd killed him, too.
"I'm here now." Will it make a difference? Does it matter? She doesn't know. "And I am glad. I thought of you to the very end, my love. How happy you made me, even in the little time we had together. You are my King, Robb Stark, now and always, and I love you."