isylaofwyl:

jorcassel:

He didn’t want to hear her say those words, as it only made the reality of the situation sink in even more. Jory wiped away her tears and kissed her lips and her cheeks, and lastly on the forehead. Trying to contain his anger at hearing how Robb had allowed for this to happen. His hands clenched around Isyla, he had never hated Robb but hearing that the young man had known about Isyla’s marriage, had known Jory to be alive and kept this from him….

“He’s allowed us both to suffer….” The words came out harsher then he had expected them to. “I cannot allow this to continue. Lord Glover will annul his marriage to you. He’s a loyal, good man.” Jory tried to persuade himself, though he knew if he were in Galbart’s position he would fight to the death to keep Isyla and Jory would do so if it meant keeping what was and is rightfully his. 

“They both will see what they have done and Robb will see the error in his ways” 

Yes, Galbart was a good man, but a man that had waited a long while to wed, Isyla wasn’t so sure he would simply discard her. She could feel him tensing around her, the feel of his lips on her reminded her of herself, they emptiness slowly washing away. 

“Robb was only doing what he thought to be right, my love. He couldn’t lose an ally.” She tried to reason with him, Jory was a passionate man, it was part of what had attracted her to him in the first place. “I’m sure it will work out.” It was her turn to convince herself. Her hand pressed firmly against his chest to try calming his thundering heart, her own heart aching. 

“You have to calm yourself before talking to Robb. Walk with me, Then we will go see him.” 

Jory at this point wouldn’t listen to reason. He was beyond it now. Jory helped Isyla to her feet and kept holding her close to him, not wanting to let her go now that had her. He lifted her hand on his chest and pressed his lips to the delicate skin and shook his head. “You’re right. Yes, let’s walk.” Jory took her hand in his and began to walk out from the halls and outside towards the Godswood, letting go of her hand finally before he felt tears running down his face as he tried to remain stoic. “I still am waiting to wake up from this dream…” He told Isyla in a horse whisper.