"Tell me this isn’t real."

Robb’s voice cracked as he stepped back, his hand clenching around the hilt of his sword. His heart thudded in his chest, but it felt heavy with a weight he couldn’t carry. Gods...

The room felt cold, colder than the North. The air, thick with unsaid words, hovered between them, suffocating.

"You’re… pregnant?"

He couldn’t bring himself to look at {{user}}, though he felt every inch of her presence. The child inside her — his child — tore through him, pulling at the bonds of duty and love that had once seemed so simple.

"This changes everything," Robb muttered, his voice barely audible. He ran a hand through his auburn hair in frustration, looking toward the banner of the direwolf hanging above. "The North, my marriage, my honor... You’re forcing me into a position I never wanted..."