"It is your duty to forge relations with the West, Robb," Catelyn let out a sigh and closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them again, she searched for his, to hopefully wash away his concerns. "Whatever you have said to him, it seems to have worked. You have his trust now, more than you have before," and even if Lenore Reyne was not fond of him, Lord Hetherspoon would find a way to change that, if Robb pursued the path of cordiality.
At his inquiry of the incident that morning, Cat did waver to gather her words. She did not wish to let in on her weakness in front of him anymore, but as the boy was honest to her, she needed to pay him back with the same sincerity. "Lord Glover believes he can tell me how to raise my own son," she said plainly, though her explanation did not clear anything up. There was far more than that, which she did not wish to speak of right then, but knew she was required to.
It had not been his words that had bothered her as much as his attitude. She knew she had made mistakes, and was aware she would continue to make them in the future, especially now that her son was growing faster and faster every day and coming to take his own decisions. There had to be a limit to them, still, and that was what she had intended to set through her disapproval at his resolution to marry a woman whom he should have treated as a prisoner, not a lover.
For breaking a vow and, possibly, fathering a bastard child.
She reached up to press her palm to his cheek; room emptied, she could almost hear the beat of his heart, restless and fearful. "He does not wish to see our House tied with the Freys," and while he did not deem Caireann Lannister as fit in their circumstance, he seemed to prefer her to any of Walder's daughters. "By now, word might have reached his ears," she continued sourly. "If you intend to break the vow, Robb... At least break it for something that will benefit us all." Not only for his mere lust. "Marry Lady Margaery."
He wouldn't, and she knew it from even before she spoke, but it did not bring harm to a least try. She was beautiful and intelligent, and could tie another knot in their relationship with the Reach. If he pleased, Willas Tyrell could marry his Caireann and wash away his resentment for Robb if there was any in his heart.
~***~
Once outside of the office, Willas followed his grandmother closely. His eyes were focused on her, whilst his mind worked to pair his words together and form a proper sentence. After such a council, the woman would be tired and bitter, and he knew better than to upset her in those moments, but he needed to address the matter of his sister's wishes at once.
Before it was too late, and other things got involved.
"Grandmother Olenna," the man spoke, and in that moment he sounded like nothing else than a boy before his parent. "I have spoken to my sister, this will not please her," he sighed, "and this morning she still had faith that the other choice would have benefited us." There was more than that, but he did not find any satisfaction in degrading Margaery in front of Olenna, not right then, not ever. She was a good girl, but sometimes simply too naive for the world she lived in.
Willas took in a deep breath and lowered his voice. "She won't listen to me, regardless of what I say." She was stubborn. "I am not blind, and neither are you. You know what she wants, as well as the fact that it is not achievable." And frankly, he needed someone to agree with him on that matter. He wanted to reassure himself that he was right for once, and his sweet sister was in the wrong before their grandmother. That she knew her hopes of charming Robb Stark were in vain.
At his inquiry of the incident that morning, Cat did waver to gather her words. She did not wish to let in on her weakness in front of him anymore, but as the boy was honest to her, she needed to pay him back with the same sincerity. "Lord Glover believes he can tell me how to raise my own son," she said plainly, though her explanation did not clear anything up. There was far more than that, which she did not wish to speak of right then, but knew she was required to.
It had not been his words that had bothered her as much as his attitude. She knew she had made mistakes, and was aware she would continue to make them in the future, especially now that her son was growing faster and faster every day and coming to take his own decisions. There had to be a limit to them, still, and that was what she had intended to set through her disapproval at his resolution to marry a woman whom he should have treated as a prisoner, not a lover.
For breaking a vow and, possibly, fathering a bastard child.
She reached up to press her palm to his cheek; room emptied, she could almost hear the beat of his heart, restless and fearful. "He does not wish to see our House tied with the Freys," and while he did not deem Caireann Lannister as fit in their circumstance, he seemed to prefer her to any of Walder's daughters. "By now, word might have reached his ears," she continued sourly. "If you intend to break the vow, Robb... At least break it for something that will benefit us all." Not only for his mere lust. "Marry Lady Margaery."
He wouldn't, and she knew it from even before she spoke, but it did not bring harm to a least try. She was beautiful and intelligent, and could tie another knot in their relationship with the Reach. If he pleased, Willas Tyrell could marry his Caireann and wash away his resentment for Robb if there was any in his heart.
~***~
Once outside of the office, Willas followed his grandmother closely. His eyes were focused on her, whilst his mind worked to pair his words together and form a proper sentence. After such a council, the woman would be tired and bitter, and he knew better than to upset her in those moments, but he needed to address the matter of his sister's wishes at once.
Before it was too late, and other things got involved.
"Grandmother Olenna," the man spoke, and in that moment he sounded like nothing else than a boy before his parent. "I have spoken to my sister, this will not please her," he sighed, "and this morning she still had faith that the other choice would have benefited us." There was more than that, but he did not find any satisfaction in degrading Margaery in front of Olenna, not right then, not ever. She was a good girl, but sometimes simply too naive for the world she lived in.
Willas took in a deep breath and lowered his voice. "She won't listen to me, regardless of what I say." She was stubborn. "I am not blind, and neither are you. You know what she wants, as well as the fact that it is not achievable." And frankly, he needed someone to agree with him on that matter. He wanted to reassure himself that he was right for once, and his sweet sister was in the wrong before their grandmother. That she knew her hopes of charming Robb Stark were in vain.