Why do you favor the other children over me? What did I do other than try to be the best son I could be? I always try to honor you and father. Is it because I am small for my age? I could be as great as Jon and Davos. I could be better than them even. But I always come last. Cate, Mae and Sana all come before me. How can I gain a fraction of the affection and devotion you show them? Please. Tell me how I can make your eyes shine like they do when you talk of the others. All I want is your love.
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Has she... been favouring... She had not wished to do as her mother had done. She lets him finish speaking, before taking his hand and pulling him to sit on her lap, as if he were still the young babe he had once been, pressing a kiss to the temple of his dark head.
“Sweetling, I do love you.” It’s more than she got from her mother, and earnest declaration without scolding.
“I have no favourites, I love you all so much. I am small, why would I not love you for that. You do not come last in my eyes.” She strokes his hair, wishing so desperately for there to be no blindfold on her eyes, that she had always seen how her Robb felt. She had sworn none of her children would feel as she did growing up, and what has she done? Made him feel worse.
Had her eyes dimmed talking about her sweet boy? She hoped not. “I love you sweetheart, so very much. You make me so proud, I just...” It is not his fault, what his birth did to her, how she could bearly look at him for how she felt. The sadness, the anger, the failure... “I wasnt well when you were born, and I think mayhaps, I have let it get to me.” She hugs him close then, feeling shame well within her heart.
“I do love you. I am as devoted to you as I am your brothers and sisters, I am so sorry if you have not felt that way. I will do better, I swear.”