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Date: 2017-08-11 03:33 pm (UTC)
kingofbadlifechoices: (holy balls)
Robb notices that the look on her face changes at his words. He cannot give her a cottage and guarantee her safety with that. Most cottages were burned down and the people that used to live in it got killed.

“Lady Westerling...Jeyne...” he says with a look on his face that makes him look at least 10 years older. “I would not know of a cottage in a safe town.”

She looks as if she wants to leave and Robb leans forward in his chair, slowly moving to take his crown off and place it on the table next to him. He had always hoped for children, in fact, he had no bigger dream than to be able to hold his son one day. To see him grow and be there when he would wed. But Roslin could not give him any. Whenever he was with her he bedded her, but his seed never took root. Her moon blood always came.

But now Jeyne appeared again, telling him of twins. Two boys. His boys.

“I wish to see them...” Robb says, looking directly at her. And when she rises to leave he shakes his head firmly. “My sons...before you leave, let me look upon them.” Finally he stands as well and walks towards her.

“Where are they?”
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