"Everything here will be all right," Robb promised her, his hand squeezing against Margaery's as he led her down the path. "There are plenty enough people here even beside me who will make sure everything is well sorted. Now you need to focus on yourself, and making sure that you return able to take care of your animals and all of that again."

There was nothing about this he liked. Even as they continued on their way to the house, moving forward with what was necessarily the best and only plan, everything within him wanted to rebel at the very notion of what they were doing. But their hands were tied.

"It seems we have very little time, but I want you to at least know how to properly hold a knife and where to use it," he said as they made their way up the porch and into the cool shadows of the house.