He almost laughs, forgetting the letters had even been brought to him. They remained unopened, sealed with a red wax crest of the Stark sigil to the table next to the chair.
He ponders for a moment, recognizing one letter to be from Maester Luwin and reaches for it. He hadn't spoken to the Maester in a few days' time and was surprised to find it to be from him rather than Roslin. Cracking open the seal, Robb begins to read the letter. The more words that he came across the more hurried his eyes poured over the contents of the letter. Completely silent, his brows furrowed in concentration and he forced himself to start from the beginning again and only reached halfway before the letter slipped from his grasp onto the floor beside the chair.
His expression was indiscernible as his chest began to rise and fall quickly as a wave of anguish began to take over. Blue eyes searched Margaery's concerned face as if trying to find something to anchor him down. "She was with child."
It was Roslin he was referring to, as he struggled to form words at this very moment, "I-I didn't... I didn't know." He swallows, feeling a horrid ache in the back of his throat reminiscent of the moment he received word of his father's passing. Of his brothers. "I didn't know." He could only whisper, repeating the words as he struggled to work through the emotions bubbling at the surface.
"The Gods bring me a child I'm not allowed to love... and take away one I should never meet."
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Date: 2017-01-05 08:52 pm (UTC)He ponders for a moment, recognizing one letter to be from Maester Luwin and reaches for it. He hadn't spoken to the Maester in a few days' time and was surprised to find it to be from him rather than Roslin. Cracking open the seal, Robb begins to read the letter. The more words that he came across the more hurried his eyes poured over the contents of the letter. Completely silent, his brows furrowed in concentration and he forced himself to start from the beginning again and only reached halfway before the letter slipped from his grasp onto the floor beside the chair.
His expression was indiscernible as his chest began to rise and fall quickly as a wave of anguish began to take over. Blue eyes searched Margaery's concerned face as if trying to find something to anchor him down. "She was with child."
It was Roslin he was referring to, as he struggled to form words at this very moment, "I-I didn't... I didn't know." He swallows, feeling a horrid ache in the back of his throat reminiscent of the moment he received word of his father's passing. Of his brothers. "I didn't know." He could only whisper, repeating the words as he struggled to work through the emotions bubbling at the surface.
"The Gods bring me a child I'm not allowed to love... and take away one I should never meet."