[The feeling of being known isn't all that unsettling. In Westeros he'd been known, as the eldest son of Eddard Stark he was to be- had been Lord of Winterfell after him. He was king, too.
Somehow it feels a little different here.
He shrugs, shaking it off.] Aye. He was. I was just on my way to pay him my respects when I found you. [He can't help the wry smile. If she's here, surely she'll understand what it is to want to visit those who are no longer with you.] This is your fath-
[Bree can't possibly miss the way Robb's eyes grow wide when he turns to look at the man behind the glass.]
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Somehow it feels a little different here.
He shrugs, shaking it off.] Aye. He was. I was just on my way to pay him my respects when I found you. [He can't help the wry smile. If she's here, surely she'll understand what it is to want to visit those who are no longer with you.] This is your fath-
[Bree can't possibly miss the way Robb's eyes grow wide when he turns to look at the man behind the glass.]