The torture of this place was that it allowed her the peace and freedom to think about the past, to consider what she could have done different or what she should have done for her son. Perhaps she should have left him a letter or Rhaegar should have? A simple connection to his parents and the life they never would be able to give him. They could have at least shared their hopes, their good intentions. However small that was, it might mean something.

"Robb?" She flinched, her mind trailing back to their argument. While they had managed the feast far better, she couldn't shake the feeling that Robb wasn't fond of her. Either for this or for her own wild behavior. "He is a lot like you." The honor, the grim expression and heavy burden carried on his shoulders. But that temper, it wasn't Ned's. It belonged to his mother, most likely. "I haven't made a good impression on him."