She can see his disappointment and feels as though she somehow failed as a mother. They should know their father and understand who he was, but they instinctively did not trust strangers. Jeyne was closed off whenever she crossed paths with someone, afraid how they would respond to her and how her children would be treated. They understood and followed her closed off nature, knowing little warmth in their short lives.
"He is only hungry." She whispered, trying to find a way to comfort Robb at their response. Eddard fought in her arms, close to a tantrum. The mention of food brought visible relief to Jeyne's eyes. She turned to her maid, silently asking her to go fetch the food for them. "Thank you, your grace." The formal term a habit. It left her mind that he had asked her to use his name.
Her face lightened, grateful that he wasn't upset with her for naming their sons after his family. "I hope they live up to their namesakes." She didn't know Bran, but she knew Ned Stark's reputation. He was a strong, stoic man. If only his grandson understood that concept.
"We will need to ration it." She said as an aside to her maid. "Look to see that we have enough to survive on."
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"He is only hungry." She whispered, trying to find a way to comfort Robb at their response. Eddard fought in her arms, close to a tantrum. The mention of food brought visible relief to Jeyne's eyes. She turned to her maid, silently asking her to go fetch the food for them. "Thank you, your grace." The formal term a habit. It left her mind that he had asked her to use his name.
Her face lightened, grateful that he wasn't upset with her for naming their sons after his family. "I hope they live up to their namesakes." She didn't know Bran, but she knew Ned Stark's reputation. He was a strong, stoic man. If only his grandson understood that concept.
"We will need to ration it." She said as an aside to her maid. "Look to see that we have enough to survive on."