I wish Robb had just kept it in his pants.
gurl, you are preachin’ to the choir
You can’t keep your dick out of a vagina for like…another few months? I mean come on. JEYNE WESTERLING?! The Freys might be gross, but hey, you get a lot of political power and a bigger army. And now you fucked up.
You fucked up big time.
I don’t know what’s going to happen, but I have a feeling this decision is going to come back and bite Robb in the ass.
God Robb, WHY WOULD YOU MARRY JEYNE?!?! UGH. THAT’S JUST SO STUPID. Ned would have been so mad at you too. You made a fuckin’ promise, and The Freys are a bunch of douche hats, but you kind of I don’t know, NEEDED THEM. You didn’t need the Westerlings. Gtfo, man.
And what’s with Jeyne telling your mom about your Sex Schedule?! If I was Catelyn, all I needed to know was that you’re working on an heir. I don’t need to know when and where and for how long and how many times. I don’t need to know you’re working on a fertility thing.
I just need you to get shit done. Quietly, preferably.
Robb, I thought you were better than this, man. Come on.