Her expression falls at his dismissal of the cottage. She had pinned her hopes on a home, having nowhere else beyond Robb's camp. It wasn't her place to stay here. Another woman was wed to Robb and shared his bed. She stood as Queen while Jeyne was nothing more than a former lover, now left deflowered and with two bastards she couldn't provide for. No matter where she traveled now, others would know that she was unmarried and a lady of some breeding. Her standing would be less than the common folk. She was nothing more than a whore.
She twisted her fingers more painfully, fighting the impulse to run or cry. It served no purpose now and would only turn this meeting awkward. It wasn't how she wanted to remember him or their night together.
Without a way to provide for her sons, she would be forced to watch them starve or lower herself to an occupation that she desperately hoped to avoid. "Twin sons," she said softly, her face distant as she stared across the tent thoughtfully. "I shouldn't have come, forgive me." She rose to her feet, trying to find the most graceful way to end the conversation and leave.
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Date: 2017-08-11 05:54 am (UTC)She twisted her fingers more painfully, fighting the impulse to run or cry. It served no purpose now and would only turn this meeting awkward. It wasn't how she wanted to remember him or their night together.
Without a way to provide for her sons, she would be forced to watch them starve or lower herself to an occupation that she desperately hoped to avoid. "Twin sons," she said softly, her face distant as she stared across the tent thoughtfully. "I shouldn't have come, forgive me." She rose to her feet, trying to find the most graceful way to end the conversation and leave.