[ The Lord Commander has scolded her. Her father and lord protector has offered her reason. Her sister, no longer her sister but a shadow, has given up curiosity. And others — many others, more than Alayne could have ever thought possible — have all come and left messages for her both encouraging and criticizing. Each has left their mark on her, urging the debate of her heart this way and that, but Robb. Dear, precious Robb — the only elder brother Sansa has ever truly had and the beacon of hope that had lit the dark times when she was trapped in the Lannister cage.
All Robb need do is show his face and already, whatever stubbornness and frustration and sorrow had come before begins to weaken. (It is a weakness shared on both sides, elder brother and younger sister. Just as there is little Robb can do to deny Sansa, Alayne finds herself powerless against a brother who begs in earnest. ]
Robb, [ she says plaintively, but knows not what else to say beyond that. ] Do not— do not think low of me. Please.
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All Robb need do is show his face and already, whatever stubbornness and frustration and sorrow had come before begins to weaken. (It is a weakness shared on both sides, elder brother and younger sister. Just as there is little Robb can do to deny Sansa, Alayne finds herself powerless against a brother who begs in earnest. ]
Robb, [ she says plaintively, but knows not what else to say beyond that. ] Do not— do not think low of me. Please.