"I don't know that it's your presence that would be the trouble," Robb replied with a knowing cant of his head. "She and I haven't always gotten on. To suggest we see things differently would be a bit of an understatement."

He heaved a sigh and pushed a hand through his hair. It was getting long and would need to be trimmed again soon lest he start being mistaken for Jon. "But you are right," he allowed. "I'll need to speak with them both, I suppose." He had hoped perhaps Margaery might volunteer for him, but he could see clearly now this duty was his own. Not to mention that she'd have her hands full enough with the business of moving house.