[ there's the memory of her standing in front of Ramsay's pod, telling him to sleep well, the memory of her direwolf tearing out his throat fresh in her mind — but he doesn't need to know that.
no protest to the form of address; she may profess to not being a lady here as there's hardly anything left to be the lady of... but perhaps when one is born a lady, one will always remain a lady. ]
I love him very much, [ she says, which is not quite an answer, because it's hard to explain how she always cared about Robb and admired him more than anyone, but that they were separated and he died and she misses him so much it hurts. ]
How about you, ser? Who is he? [ she nods towards the sleeping knight. ]
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no protest to the form of address; she may profess to not being a lady here as there's hardly anything left to be the lady of... but perhaps when one is born a lady, one will always remain a lady. ]
I love him very much, [ she says, which is not quite an answer, because it's hard to explain how she always cared about Robb and admired him more than anyone, but that they were separated and he died and she misses him so much it hurts. ]
How about you, ser? Who is he? [ she nods towards the sleeping knight. ]