Heather: "Taking Karstark's head was rash... though I would have done the same thing. He had no right taking his anger out on those boys... Only repeating what Theon had done--" She cleared her threat, "What can I do to help? The Blackfish has already gone after his men to try and bring back as many as possible, though I doubt many will come back."
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Robb’s hands clenched over the arms of his seat. It was no throne, just a wooden chair in the hall of Riverrun, but as the days stretched on, Robb began to doubt he would ever make it back to Winterfell to take his father’s seat. Not that he had been thinking about ruling when the war was over much at all; all he thought about was here and now: how to keep his men together, how to keep them from abandoning him, how to reach his sisters and end all this bloodshed. How to end every conversation so that he might return to his wife’s side and forget the rest.
Only–for the first time since they’d met, he did not want to see Talisa, did not want to face her like this. He had defied her, defied everyone and Karstark’s death felt heavier on his head than any crown. Robb’s hands were clean–he had scrubbed them again and again and yet he could still feel it, feel the weight of the sword in his palm. Heather was speaking, he knew that, but he was hardly listening–at least until she mentioned Theon. Until she mentioned the boys. Why did she have to remind him of that now? As if he was not already consumed with the thought, imagining them both as dead and still as the Lannister children: Rickon and Bran with blank eyes and bodies growing cold.
A lump settled heavy in his throat. “Thank you for your words of reassurance,” he said dryly. He doubted it too, but the reminder felt cold all the same.
He rose from his seat, grabbed the horn of wine in the corner and filled a goblet, taking a large gulp. “Rally the men we still have. Speak with them. Remind them why they are fighting. That a Northern man is still worth ten Southerners.” There was sure to be doubt amongst his ranks now, but he could not afford to lose any more. “They need to hear confidence. Strength. They need to believe in our cause.” And right now, they do not need to hear it from me.