He doesn't remember the name of his house, he has no past to speak of and he came from nowhere. Perhaps if there had been something, even a simple story to his past, she wouldn't be suspicious. However, if there was something that she had learned at the hands of her mother, it was now to let nothing go, no matter how small it seemed. What did she really know about this man who had not even been here when she first wed Martyn Lannister?
"How can you not remember?" He was lying. He claimed she didn't know him, but she knew he was lying. "Who are you really?"
He doesn't follow her command, instead sitting on the bed rather than approaching her. She doesn't let him slip away that easily. Instead, she sat beside him. She clasped his chin and turned his face towards her.
Those eyes. She knew those eyes.
She could feel her heart still in her chest, hope and fear rising in her in equal levels. Her mouth went dry as it seemed the very air was pulled from her lungs. "Robb?"
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Date: 2017-05-09 06:32 am (UTC)"How can you not remember?" He was lying. He claimed she didn't know him, but she knew he was lying. "Who are you really?"
He doesn't follow her command, instead sitting on the bed rather than approaching her. She doesn't let him slip away that easily. Instead, she sat beside him. She clasped his chin and turned his face towards her.
Those eyes. She knew those eyes.
She could feel her heart still in her chest, hope and fear rising in her in equal levels. Her mouth went dry as it seemed the very air was pulled from her lungs. "Robb?"