[ it's a homecoming. it's a welcome, it's winterfell at it's best but it's nothing like home. robb supposes this is how things were done once, so very long ago, but it's all strange and foreign to him, and he feels the crown so very strongly now, even though it's been so very long since he spun it round and round upon his curls.
but she's smiling, his lady wife, and he smiles back, pleased at her happiness. if she is content, then surely this cannot be all bad. ]
all the jeynes
but she's smiling, his lady wife, and he smiles back, pleased at her happiness. if she is content, then surely this cannot be all bad. ]
Would you like to dance, my love?
[ even if robb doesn't know the steps... ]