"They will grow strong and big." There is a melancholic tone to his voice when he speaks, still busy with watching Brandon's fingers curl around his own index finger, finding it wondrous how the boy responds. "Both of them..."
Robb finds himself torn about this. He could assure Jeyne a place in Riverrun's household, acknowledge her sons and risk Walder Frey's anger. He could also do as she asked him, give her the gold, a safe passage and be miserable for the rest of his life.
When he notices that Brandon starts to doze off a little he picks the little boy up and places him in his own lap, wrapping him gently into the fabric of his cloak. Carefully he places a hand on the boy's head to comb the hair out of his face. The child is too drowsy to properly struggle this time.
"Nothing will bring comfort at this point. I think there is only grief..." he answers, eyes fully focused on the child in his lap. All he had to do was to get over it. To let time do the healing and maybe one day he would forget that these two strong boys came into the world, his blood going through their veins.
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Robb finds himself torn about this. He could assure Jeyne a place in Riverrun's household, acknowledge her sons and risk Walder Frey's anger. He could also do as she asked him, give her the gold, a safe passage and be miserable for the rest of his life.
When he notices that Brandon starts to doze off a little he picks the little boy up and places him in his own lap, wrapping him gently into the fabric of his cloak. Carefully he places a hand on the boy's head to comb the hair out of his face. The child is too drowsy to properly struggle this time.
"Nothing will bring comfort at this point. I think there is only grief..." he answers, eyes fully focused on the child in his lap. All he had to do was to get over it. To let time do the healing and maybe one day he would forget that these two strong boys came into the world, his blood going through their veins.
"Even better, I ride Grey Wind's back."