Her fear and formality is what draws him closer to her, reaching for her cheeks and pulling her close for an embrace. It seemed so unreal, so unlikely that she would be here, but there she was and warm against him, solid and the same as ever. He trembled, burying his face in the crook of her neck as tears stung at his eyes before eventually spilling over the curve of his cheeks and dropping from the tip of his chin. "Gods, Jeyne. I'm so sorry." His voice was rough and broken, the guilt and shame beating him down as he lost his balance and nearly collapsed, only her weight keeping him on his feet. "It's my fault. It's my fault that I ruined your life."

He had whispered the words in the night, but to see her here, to have that chance to truly say it, it was more than he could take. He wanted to hide his face, to shut himself away or drown in a bottle, but there was no acting the craven anymore. How could he when she was here and likely hating him? He held firm to her, his fingers digging into her dress as he feared to let her go. "I've seen it every night, what they did to you, my mother, my men. I know it's my fault and I know you must hate me, but I'm sorry, Jeyne. I'm so sorry."

He wanted to ask for forgiveness but that seemed too much to ask. Why should he deserve it? She lost her child due to him, her family and her life. He was supposed to protect her but instead he lead her into the lion's den. "I wish I could take it back. I should have left you at Riverrun where you would at least be safe."