Listen, Robb Stark. I know south of th' Wall things are done different. I know kneelers think ill of it t' lie with a woman unless you make promises in castles, wrapped up in cloaks n' banners. But that was naught for Jon Snow t' begin with, was it, b'cause he's a bastard and somehow that makes him less of a Stark than you.
An' I couldn’t care two shits about th’ vows of Crows, where old men who guard th' Wall against us say t' him that he can’t ever lie with a woman he wants or be happy, have children, the rest.
But I would've hoped you'd known, Robb Stark, that blood's thicker than some stupid words said in front of old men. It should mean more than that—'t should mean more than anything.
...someone should get a muzzle for this wildling
Listen, Robb Stark. I know south of th' Wall things are done different. I know kneelers think ill of it t' lie with a woman unless you make promises in castles, wrapped up in cloaks n' banners. But that was naught for Jon Snow t' begin with, was it, b'cause he's a bastard and somehow that makes him less of a Stark than you.
An' I couldn’t care two shits about th’ vows of Crows, where old men who guard th' Wall against us say t' him that he can’t ever lie with a woman he wants or be happy, have children, the rest.
But I would've hoped you'd known, Robb Stark, that blood's thicker than some stupid words said in front of old men. It should mean more than that—'t should mean more than anything.
[ She's trembling a bit as she says it. ]