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[kingofbadlifechoices]

Who: Robb & Hermione
Broadcast: nope
Action: In a bar at one of the indoor areas
When: A day after Robb has fought with Theon (a bit backdated)

Actually, Robbs plan was to stay inside the Blue Fish for the rest of the day. But sometimes even his plans do not work out. Not that he is ashamed of his swollen cheek or the rash in his neck he is scratching at, but, well...he rather would have kept such things safe between the four iron walls of his chambers.

He is sitting in a small bar with the sword he just purchased in front of him. It isn't much of a weapon. Very light and it probably would not last long in a battle but at least it is a sword. And it is already his second glass of soda pop but it still amazes him when it prickles on his tongue when he takes a sip. Despite the fact he has found a sword and is drinking something quite amazing the look on his face is a serious one. The look in his eyes is a little distant and it seems he is slowly sinking away in his own thoughts.

It worries him that he has not been able to speak to his brother yet and the constant clashes they have about everything do not make it any better. He absolutely does not notice that the lady Granger has approached him and is talking to him. Robb seems to be very busy with staring at a non-existent point on the table.

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[kingofbadlifechoices]

“You speak of it as if it were poison.” Robb laughs a little while he says that. “But then I wonder, what is more dangerous. A lot of red? Or a lot of these?” But he notices the earnest look in her eyes and he does not wish to turn her words in too much of a jape. In some strange sort of melancholic way the lady Granger reminds him of his lady wife. The longer he looks at her, the more she looks like Jeyne. He wonders if it is just space playing games with his mind.

Robb curls his fingers around the glass he is holding while she speaks to him about women. He comes from a traditional household. Where each gender had their roles. Of course, there were exceptions. Like the ladies from Bear Island, for instance. And mayhaps his lady mother was an exception as well. But, for instance, Jeyne would be unfit for battle. She would not know how to lift a sword or handle a bow. But she does know how to handle being a wife and matters underneath the sheets. In fact, when it is about that last part, Jeyne is very good.

“I do not think my men would want to look upon their king weeping like a child.” And Robb does cry. But mostly alone and far away from anyone who could hear him. He realizes very well that he is not very good with his own emotions. That he does not know how to handle them properly. Anger is always too much anger. And sadness is always too much sadness. But he has never seen his lord father cry. And he has never seen Theon cry. Or ser Rodrik. To Robb crying is not an option. “I do not wish to insult women. But when a woman weeps it is to be expected. When a man weeps it is not. It is not considered something brave.”

When her cheeks redden Robb makes a dismissive gesture with his hand, letting her know he does not really mind. Even though he is rather keen on clinging to the things he knows of, he also realizes that the people here think such things are old fashioned and ridiculous. Robb moves to sit a little straighter in his chair when she touches his arm and he finds himself noticing that the words are right there, at the tip of his tongue.

“We have not seen each other for a long time. I have thought him dead, beheaded by Theon Greyjoy.” Robb frowns as he tells her that, knowing very well that there is so much more. That there is a fair amount of guilt that come with it. That he should have come for him the moment her received his letter. “But he is not dead. And when I speak to him we always come to clashes.” The words come out difficult at first and the frown deepens with every word. But eventually he manages to get over that. “I do not recognize him anymore. He has changed and I have and we have grown apart.”

And I did not come for him. Or for Rickon. What a brother am I.

After a soft sigh he shakes his head. “These people did it to themselves. It is not easy to undo such destruction when most of the damage is already done.”