"I would never dare say a word against your children, my lord." Her curls shielded the secret smile on her face, hiding her amusement. "What father would believe them?" Just as she knew his children had a high opinion of their father. With his reputation, it was only natural that they wish to emulate him and to act in a way that would make them proud. With such lofty expectations (however self imposed), it was little wonder that the Starks were so stern and withdrawn. "Perhaps if my cow births a bull, I might have an 'Eddard' as well? I would have a barn full of Starks."
For all he does not say, he saw a great deal. She knew and recognized this, but did little to mask her expressions, even when she felt his eyes on her. There was little point anymore. Whatever her habits had been before, it was unnecessary in this world. Her pride would want her to shield her fear, but all else would be simple to read. It was something they all shared. Loneliness, feelings of isolation, uncertainty, a longing for something though they could not say what. He would understand, so it did not need to be kept secret.
"It must be wonderful to have children." She had hopes once, but they were wrapped in her ambition and need for security. She never considered children outside of the throne. Perhaps it was better she never bore any? While she couldn't say what sort of a mother she'd be, it likely wasn't as good or nurturing as Lady Catelyn must have been. "I will remember the invitation, only so long as you promise to visit as often as you are able."
After the rabbit was placed in the stew and the pot was set to boil, she offered Ned a seat before the fire. "Perhaps someday I will be able to offer bread as well."
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For all he does not say, he saw a great deal. She knew and recognized this, but did little to mask her expressions, even when she felt his eyes on her. There was little point anymore. Whatever her habits had been before, it was unnecessary in this world. Her pride would want her to shield her fear, but all else would be simple to read. It was something they all shared. Loneliness, feelings of isolation, uncertainty, a longing for something though they could not say what. He would understand, so it did not need to be kept secret.
"It must be wonderful to have children." She had hopes once, but they were wrapped in her ambition and need for security. She never considered children outside of the throne. Perhaps it was better she never bore any? While she couldn't say what sort of a mother she'd be, it likely wasn't as good or nurturing as Lady Catelyn must have been. "I will remember the invitation, only so long as you promise to visit as often as you are able."
After the rabbit was placed in the stew and the pot was set to boil, she offered Ned a seat before the fire. "Perhaps someday I will be able to offer bread as well."