"It does matter," she echoed his thoughts, glancing up at him apprehensively. "It is something you worry about and will affect the North. I understand. You need an heir." Something that Roslin had yet to give him, but no doubt wished to. It seemed impossible to Jeyne that any woman might not feel the same for Robb that she did. He was a remarkable man and any woman would wish to be his.

"Their hair color can be ignored." Though he was right. There were no redheads among the Westerling family. Her mother's line was dark and exotic looking, while her father bore the golden hair that was common among the Westerlands and even more so among the bannermen of the Lannisters. Everyone knew he had laid siege to the Crag. It wasn't hard to guess what happened between them.

"I sleep where I am able. I have learned now what a luxury a bed truly is. I don't think I could ever look at food or silk sheets the same again." She mused softly. It was only when he spoke that her head shot up, pain registering across her features. "I left before you could broach the question. You had to keep your word, Robb."