     She appeared to have a gentle nature and the way she responded to him only confirmed that, always a surprising contrast to the harsh North he was used to. Northern women werenât usually known for their âgentle naturesâ either. Had Robb ever thought he would be a very good King? No, he simply wanted to take his family and go home, but he imagined she only said so to try and make him feel better about his decision. âIt was never a matter of beauty, my lady, but here I am no King. Very little of what we know stands so, if it pleases you, calling me Robb would be fine.â His head tilted slightly, trying to regain the eye contact lost at the blushing of her cheeks. âAfter all I believe we are now family, are we not?â
     Referring to a Lord as anything other than just that? Roslin had never heard of it --- though, there werenât many things here which didnât seem foreign to the girl. She had much adapting to do, and calling him by his name seemed like a simple first step; the first of many she would have to take if she was ever to feel at home again. â Robb... â she repeated, letting the name grow familiar on her tongue as she offered a warm smile. The mention of being family was an odd one to her, a thought that hadnât occurred to her until now --- but not exactly an awful one. Roslin had gone from being surrounded by many whom she loved, to being completely alone. She had no idea of where they were, or what had become of them, including her new spouse --- which made Robbâs presence a comforting one. She had someone, at least. â I believe we are, yes... --- quite an odd thought, isn't it? After all, I am no older than you... perhaps you could consider me a friend rather than an aunt? If it pleases you...  âÂ
