"Perhaps." Robb muttered as he looked out the window, "This is so far from what I know." He told himself he shoudn't open up to this woman, but the last thing he remembered was being locked in the Great Hall at the Twins, having his men slaughtered, his mother screaming out his name, and the stinging pain of a blade--

"Tell me about London?" Robb looked over. His face was neutral, but his anxieties were horrible, thinking that he was suppose to be dead. How was this possible?