Robb technically had no heir either. His wife had yet to bore him any children, but he wasn't pressuring her to either. He had been too preoccupied by pushing for the north's secession from the rest of the realm.

"If pushed over the edge, he might very well do that." Robb warns. Men do stupid things when provoked, and poor innocent Cassana might be drug into it all.

"Perhaps I could one day." When that would be, he would never know. He had no business there, and if tomorrow's council meeting were to be successful, he would be very unwelcomed at high garden until this all blew over.

And then he doesn't know why and knew he shouldn't, but he lowered his hand and tugged lightly, coaxing her to sit. She was hardly dressed and had to be cold. The fire would warm her up, and he foolishly wanted to be able to hold her near for a moment.