Robb half laughs, taking a moment to scrub at his face. In his eyes, he had nothing to compare to Renly. They simply wanted different things. While Robb never wanted to sit upon the throne, he hasn't failed to recognize that governing a kingdom wasn't Renly's strong suit.
"I have won nothi--." Her hand touched his cheek and his eyes went wide. It didn't take much to do the math. Robb had been thinking about their time spent together even as he road into King's Landing, wondering how things would between them since their parting. Would have it been uncomfortably painful to see her again? His eyes had avoided hers while in the throne room during his entrance, but now he couldn't tear his gaze away from hers.
"Are you telling me Cassana is...!?" He couldn't say the words, chest rising and falling at an increasing rate. His skin felt hotter under his layers and near the fire and her previous words about her daughter's aunt suddenly made sense - Sansa.
His mouth fell open, trying to form words, but nothing was coming to mind. Here he had been pressured by his own council to have Roslin bear him an heir to the Stark family, only to find out he had done exactly that years before in circumstances that happened against better judgement.
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Date: 2016-11-22 04:18 am (UTC)"I have won nothi--." Her hand touched his cheek and his eyes went wide. It didn't take much to do the math. Robb had been thinking about their time spent together even as he road into King's Landing, wondering how things would between them since their parting. Would have it been uncomfortably painful to see her again? His eyes had avoided hers while in the throne room during his entrance, but now he couldn't tear his gaze away from hers.
"Are you telling me Cassana is...!?" He couldn't say the words, chest rising and falling at an increasing rate. His skin felt hotter under his layers and near the fire and her previous words about her daughter's aunt suddenly made sense - Sansa.
His mouth fell open, trying to form words, but nothing was coming to mind. Here he had been pressured by his own council to have Roslin bear him an heir to the Stark family, only to find out he had done exactly that years before in circumstances that happened against better judgement.
"Why didn't you write?" He managed to whisper.