[ Words crawl back to him from the beginning of that whiskey-drowned night. Robb wasn't there. He is with his cosetted. Her bitterness. And then...how quickly it all spiraled from there.
Those last words hit hard. He's cringing. ]
Do you truly hope so, Robb? Do you think I don't want your mother here? Even after this? By the gods.
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Those last words hit hard. He's cringing. ]
Do you truly hope so, Robb? Do you think I don't want your mother here? Even after this? By the gods.