[Robb notices the change on her face. She does not look pleased with what she hears.]

You like it not, I take?

[It is a careful question and he studies her face after he has asked it.]

My lady mother betrothed me to a stranger because we had to cross her lord father’s bridge to get to the other side. It is not that I had a say in it either. It is... [He shrugs a little.] ...It is how things are. There are not many who marry for love.

[He pauses for a moment to put some plates inside a cupboard.]

I think my parents were lucky for liking one another after they were wed. There have been stories of more tragic marriages.