Robb wonders why he told her that. Why he spoke of fertility, of the state of Roslin's womb. He had wanted to be a father, to see his children grow up. To laugh with them and raise them right. And having heirs was a pressing matter. Something to be expected.

"I do not know, to be honest..." he says softly, worry darkening his face a little. "I have not been home a lot..." And then he sighs. "I should not speak of this, it matters not." Well, it does matter, but not right now. He thinks of how they would grow up, hair similar to his. Strong and honorable.

"Rumors will start whatever I will do. I cannot deny these children as mine. Any lackwit can see the color of their hair..." Tully hair. "You should not be sleeping here either." And he could see him in her arms and he could picture her fingers moving through his hair, soothing and sweet. He still remembers her naked body and he remembers that he took her virginity and dishonored her forever.

"I should have wed you."