“It would seem so.” Rhaegar agreed and having seen Robb, it confirmed such as he didn’t know of the other Starklings. “And? Would you have let Robb go to the wall? You must have had some sway….But of course you did. You couldn’t let the Bastard son be around so you send him off as soon as you can manage. Though we all know he wouldn’t pose a threat to the younger trueborn sons.” Rhaegar couldn’t see the logic in it all and he was starting to grow furious with the woman.How could she? “Did you love-no..did you like the boy even?” He couldn’t say for sure but from what he knew not every woman was so kind to a bastard child that showed up. “This could very well be my son, Lady Stark. my son. And he is at the wall. Forever. How can I see him now? My heir, my blood…Lyanna’s blood.” It was more despair and longing that filled his voice now than anger.
“It’s just a place. I’m sure that Iron Throne is just as cursed if not more than Harrenhall. An people are still making wars over then damn thing. Maybe we should do away with it. Or place the capitol in Harrenhall. Than no one would want the throne.”
Goldnwulf 