[ It surprises Robb to read this, for he had not heard from her in a while, but also the knowledge of her true name. Sansa softened him to this it seems, for he does not think first that she thought to play him false. She has her reasons, he is certain, as do they all when they do such things.
Did his mother speak of him to Emma? Thought fills him with grief as much as it does warmth, the wound not yet properly healed. He pens a reply much later, after spending hours in front of the weirwood; praying to the old gods. ]
My Lady,
I thank you for your kind words, they are a gift in such trying times. Thank you, also, for your offer and know that should the need ever to arise I may surely seek you out for that same counsel my mother and sister both received.
Your words are kind and great comfort is taken in them, perhaps they will balm the wounds left behind.
─ Robb Stark, King in the North and of the Trident.
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Did his mother speak of him to Emma? Thought fills him with grief as much as it does warmth, the wound not yet properly healed. He pens a reply much later, after spending hours in front of the weirwood; praying to the old gods. ]
My Lady,
I thank you for your kind words, they are a gift in such trying times. Thank you, also, for your offer and know that should the need ever to arise I may surely seek you out for that same counsel my mother and sister both received.
Your words are kind and great comfort is taken in them, perhaps they will balm the wounds left behind.
─ Robb Stark, King in the North and of the Trident.