There wasn't much light in the stables. Just a few candles that lit up the area where Jeyne and her maid stayed. In a stable, surrounded by horse shit. He isn't wearing his crown when he approaches her and all he does is moving a hand through his hair, hoping it would stop clinging against his forehead.
"Robb..." he answers, eyes focused on the child she is carrying. The hard expression leaves his face the second he sees the boy move, shoulders shaking with every cry that leaves its mouth. And then there is the second one. Quiet but obviously unhappy.
"May I...?" The tone of his voice is small and insecure when he reaches for the crying boy. "If you will it... of course."
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Date: 2017-08-20 09:24 pm (UTC)"Robb..." he answers, eyes focused on the child she is carrying. The hard expression leaves his face the second he sees the boy move, shoulders shaking with every cry that leaves its mouth. And then there is the second one. Quiet but obviously unhappy.
"May I...?" The tone of his voice is small and insecure when he reaches for the crying boy. "If you will it... of course."