You're not alone in this. You know that, right?
it was as though he was trapped inside a wolf's maw. ned stark had been beheaded by the bastard joffrey baratheon, who styled himself ruler of the seven kingdoms, and robb, so far from king’s landing and so hopeful of saving his lord father, could do absolutely nothing but receive the news. his sisters ... they were in the capital, defenceless, vulnerable to the sheer malice of the newly crowned boy.
“ my father ... he is no longer there with them. you know sansa, she’s the one who worries me most. arya must know how to look after herself by now. and i can do nothing, because i have to fight the lannisters from here. ” it tormented him to no end. his thumb rubbed roughly against his bottom lip, arms crossed over his chest, face barely lit by the lantern light spilling from inside one of the tents.
it was the most sickening night of his life. he was king in the north, yes, but ... what use was a crown when he could not save those he loved with it?
“ i know i can count on you, jamie, i thank you for it. truly. ” nevertheless ... it was unfair. their friendship went far beyond dragging him into the crossfire. he trusted him as much as he trusted theon, and he knew his sisters would be safe by his side if he were to ask him to go for them. he frowned. it wasn’t right. there must have been another way. “ if only reasoning with the lannisters were so simple. ”
