“you’re so sexy when you’re hot and bothered.”

he almost wants to reach in and hold his son in his own arms, but decides against it simply because he knew he was dirty, and wouldn’t like to get his son sick. “ maybe not EXACTLY. i’d like him to be half as smart as you. can’t have two of you running around and outsmarting me at every turn. ” he laughs quietly, not wanting to disturb him as he gazes at margaery. “ i’m sure you’ve got all kinds of gossip to explain to me. ”

‘ you would think so, wouldn’t you ? unfortunately things are much more boring around here than you would expect. perhaps i ought to take more interest in what my handmaiden’s are up to --- i reckon their lives must be more thrilling than mine  ‘ idle chat came with light laughter as she led robb aside, hands instinctively going to remove the burden of the heavier layers of clothing from his body. he was quite capable of doing so himself, but margaery misses doing her duty as a wife of caring for him while he’s away.

                    an arm winds around his queen when their feet stop beside the sleeping baby. robb, though his father, feels as if it is still strange to see his own son. which is possibly a product of being wrapped up in affairs with the south. “ i’m sure he’ll be as clever as you. i’d feel bad if he was as dim-witted as i. ”

              margaery sees the small gesture of affection as an invitation to settle her smaller frame closely to his, taking in all she could of the warmth she’s so regularly denied of. ‘ you don’t give yourself half the amount of credit you deserve for the man you’ve become ‘ crimson lips twist into a fond smile as she speaks, offering a soft touch upon his cheek. ‘ i want him to grow to be exactly like his father. ‘

             “ i will always return to you, and you know this. now, where’s my son?? ”

        someday the choice may not be yours, is what she thought to herself. but thoughts went unspoken, & a petite hand grasps for his as she leads him to the bassinet where their son lay, peaceful and sound. ‘ he looks just like you, already ‘ --- he’d see for himself when the same, tully hues open to peer up into his.

                  “ i apologize for being kept away for so long. ”

           ‘ you had me ill with worry. i wondered if you would ever return...                                      ----- if... if i would ever see you again. ‘

Lies come easily to you, everyone knows that. But innocence, decency, concern - you’re not very good at those, I’m afraid. Perhaps that’s why your son was so eager to cast you aside for me.

       “ whenever you should like to, my love. i’d like to see your        family soon as well. i’ve grown rather fond of lady olenna        and your brothers. it’s quite different than winterfell. ” they’d        gone when they’d just married, and it was one of the fondest        memories he withheld. her grandmother had come to winterfell        when little eddard was born, and it brought a smile to his lips        as he sighted the fond gaze upon his son. their son.

        ' --- and she's grown very fond of you ' margaery remarks,         giggling at the thought. her grandmother had always wasted         little time in praising margaery for her fine choice of husband.         a hand lifts to comb delicately through those dishevelled locks         of his, hues fleeting over him adoringly. ' i hoped to go as soon         as possible. can my king leave his duties to another for a short         while? ' she asks, a sickly sweet smile upon her lips to sway         his answer.

“ Is this an optional meeting? ”

' It's bad manners to refuse the king your company... ' In order words, no, it wasn't optional --- and Margaery showed obvious unamusement towards her brothers ignorance to this. Her smile dropped, deeming it pointless and far too much effort.