When they couldn't find Robb in his dome, Jon had said that he was most likely at the Le Gavroche, a tavern he owned and operated in this strange new world that had become their home, and while Jon had offered to take her there, against her better judgment she had politely turned him down. She'd already troubled him more than enough for one day, and so she'd resolved to find her own way instead, as well as to someday repay him for his kindness.
She saw and recognized her husband the very moment she'd stepped inside the tavern, and how could she not? She would know him anywhere. Those lovely red curls, those beautiful blue eyes. Her heart was soaring with joy β he was alive, and she didn't care how, only that he was β and she was starting to make her way over to the bar when she saw... well. She wasn't actually sure what she saw. A woman, working with him, standing much too closely, decidedly affectionate in how she regarded and acted with him. And so Jeyne had quietly slipped into a corner, watching them together even as every tender gesture hurt, trying to make sense of what was going on and refusing to accept the conclusions her mind drove itself to.
But then he saw her, recognized her, and the rest of the world just fell away. She still had so many questions, but his touch, his voice, assured her that he wasn't a ghost. Her Robb, her king, her husband, her love, he was here, truly, as Jon had said he was. But while he led her away, to somewhere more private, to a room that looked strangely like her own, she could feel that something had already changed between them. She couldn't give voice to it, but it was enough that when they finally had their privacy, she couldn't even bring herself to step closer and put her arms around him.
"Neither did I." A pause. "Your Grace." She looked like she wanted to approach, but she was no longer sure of her place. He was in front of her, with her again... and she was the worst wife who ever lived. In no way did she deserve him. Did he blame her? Hate her? She had destroyed his life in one fell swoop. How exactly did they move forward from that?
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She saw and recognized her husband the very moment she'd stepped inside the tavern, and how could she not? She would know him anywhere. Those lovely red curls, those beautiful blue eyes. Her heart was soaring with joy β he was alive, and she didn't care how, only that he was β and she was starting to make her way over to the bar when she saw... well. She wasn't actually sure what she saw. A woman, working with him, standing much too closely, decidedly affectionate in how she regarded and acted with him. And so Jeyne had quietly slipped into a corner, watching them together even as every tender gesture hurt, trying to make sense of what was going on and refusing to accept the conclusions her mind drove itself to.
But then he saw her, recognized her, and the rest of the world just fell away. She still had so many questions, but his touch, his voice, assured her that he wasn't a ghost. Her Robb, her king, her husband, her love, he was here, truly, as Jon had said he was. But while he led her away, to somewhere more private, to a room that looked strangely like her own, she could feel that something had already changed between them. She couldn't give voice to it, but it was enough that when they finally had their privacy, she couldn't even bring herself to step closer and put her arms around him.
"Neither did I." A pause. "Your Grace." She looked like she wanted to approach, but she was no longer sure of her place. He was in front of her, with her again... and she was the worst wife who ever lived. In no way did she deserve him. Did he blame her? Hate her? She had destroyed his life in one fell swoop. How exactly did they move forward from that?