My father- [For a moment Robb looks more like the child he'd been once. His eyes grow wide, his voice is hushed. He hadn't thought of Ned Stark being here. Why would he? For so many years he's been focused on his sisters. There hadn't been time to mourn, to do anything when Ned had died.
But he can't think of that. His tears aren't for this woman, who he barely knows.]
How can you know my family so well, while I don't know you at all?
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But he can't think of that. His tears aren't for this woman, who he barely knows.]
How can you know my family so well, while I don't know you at all?