[It's strange how empty she feels. In her darker nights, she had wanted to see them choke on their blood. She had imagined clawing at their faces, as she had fought her mother when she took her crown. There were a number of ways grief ran its course in her (though it never found its end) and sometimes the thought of revenge was comforting, but it was as hollow and empty as her nights. Even if they paid, it would not bring Robb back.

She considered the pipe in her hand but ultimately decided to leave it behind. It might be naive and foolish, but she didn't fear death and she would trust Robb's family before her own. She would let him lead her wherever he wanted and assume he meant her no harm.]

If Westeros is still standing in that time, perhaps? Men find new ways to kill each other. It wouldn't surprise me if they created something that didn't need arrows, like what we are training with. I don't know if we could say there are still knights in Westeros or if they ever truly existed. After everything I have seen, it's hard to believe the stories of heroes.

[She met his gaze with surprise, but shook her head.]

When Riverrun was under siege, we didn't receive much news. After the Freys and Lannisters seized the keep, we were under their control. I was kept in my room unless Jaime Lannister wanted to speak with me and I had no desire to see anyone. I never heard that you became Lord Commander.

You shouldn't be Lord Commander. Unless I had a child by Robb, you were his heir. He told me that was what he wanted.