she loved him

      Jon heard about Robb getting married to a certain Jeyne but he didn’t truly know       the full story, only bits here and there. Here stood a woman whom outlived his       brother, the King in the North. Why did she get to live and his brother died? He       regretted the thought the same moment it flashed through his mind.

      But then she spoke about a child and his features softened. Robb was having a       child. His brother had an heir but wasn’t there to see it. He thought his heart could       not break any more than it did when he learned about the tragic death.

     The relief of it, of his words and his arm in guidance and protection       about her shoulders, the relief of it is so heavy that it nearly hurts.       The moment she had known, was sure, that Robb’s child lived inside      of her, every ounce of courage she had never had, it bared its teeth      and flexed its paws and helped her to run. 

     They would not have been safe, not as long as her mother and her        mother’s herbs and any Lannister at all existed. They would come for       her, for the babe. They would not let her child live, and she could not       let them kill her child. His child. 

“It was MINE,” Jeyne sobbed.         “You had no right! Robb had it made for me.

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       “I share your regrets, My Lady.” Roslin replied kindly, yet her voice dropped         a little at the end. Happier times? Was it meant to be in reference to the         Red Wedding? Or even to the War as a whole? Maybe - and she seriously         hoped it wasn’t the case - it was because of her. 

        The young woman probably held quite a lot of resentment towards her.         Envisioned her as the woman behind the entire plan when she had cried         herself to sleep every night. Hated her when she dreamed of achieving         the appropriate revenge when they finally met. Oh how she didn’t wish it          to be so, but the girl might have even thought that Roslin had been         completely willing to commit such a terrible act simply because a man had         had broken a promise with her father.

        She would have most likely done the same.

     She wonders if Roslin knows what it is, to f a l l into love as she had,       without searching for it, without expecting it. Wondered if she had       heard any scrap of her story beyond what e v e r y o n e knew: that      they had married in haste, that they had broken an agreement forged      between Stark and Frey. She wonders if Roslin hated her then. Wonders      if somewhere beneath the gentle face given to the world, the Frey girl      hates her still.  

            They might have been friends, once, she thinks. If they had met               b e f o r e all of this, if - perhaps - her brother married a Frey. 

      Now she stands, trying to hold her gaze steady. 

            She hardly remembers the journey, remembers only her mother’s              sharp eyes and her own sharp sadness. 

Fancast Meme | Family members who aren’t portrayed in the show (10/9)

Raynald Westerling - Santiago Cabrera

The heir of House Westerling and known as the Knight of Seashells. He is the older brother of Jayne Wsterling, Robb Stark’s wife. He makes friends with the Robb and helps fills the hole left by Jon Snow and Theon Greyjoy. 

Raynald was part of the party at the Red Wedding, and was the one to free Grey Wind from his chains during the bloody battle.

     “Oh! How very kind of you, Lyanna. Thank you.” 

      But she is more thankful for the company than the fruits, glad to        hear another voice besides her own quiet hum (and one that was        not her mother’s or her goodmother’s, but someone nearer her in       age.

      Jon kept his back towards the person, hand placed over the wolf head on the       hilt of his sword. It was the mention of a sibling that he turned his head, eyes       trailing over his shoulder on the woman speaking. He believed Rickon or Bran       would do nothing with a lady of her age, therefore it had to be about ROBB. 

     Her breath catches for a moment. He looks little like Robb, but there       is something in his eyes that is the same. Some determination, or...      she knows not what. 

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