“No, Robb, and it’s worse because of it! I don’t think he knew, I don’t even think Robert Baratheon knew but someone did.” She shakes her head, wringing her hands. “When father was killed, it was because he believed in honesty and loyalty and honoring his friends wishes. But even his honor could not save him from the scheming and poison whispers of a disenchanted court! He trusted the people around him, and those he did not trust, he was wary of. He underestimated them all. I am simply saying perhaps this was not the first time a king and his Hand fell victim to the evil men who claimed to love them.” She stops pacing and slides to her knees at his feet. “Someone used the love he bore his sister, the love he bore Robert to push him into joining the rebellion. He was always honorable, but as we have seen…honor alone does not keep one alive.” She pleads for him to understand, grabbing his hands and holding them. “Someone wanted war. They made sure the Targaryen’s - not just The Mad King - were punished. He couldn’t of known, he never would of stood for it. But what if Lyanna did love Rheagar? There are three heads to the dragon, brother. What if she loved him, and she had something so precious it was worth going to war and dying to protect?” She breaths the last part, and it is the first time the thought truly leaves her lips, though it has plagued her mind. “What would any woman give everything up for? Her home. Her family. Her honor. Robb…” She set her head in his lap, as she had as a girl, tears warm down her cheeks, frustrated and confused and Gods, she was scared. She hadn’t known it until now but she was scared.