[If anyone ever asks Robb who the sweater came from, he'll say it came from his mother. He's never been one for sewing or knitting, after all, and asking his mother for help seemed easier than risking stabbing his fingers with the needle. But the truth is, he'd designed it and much of the day himself, stayed up one night fueled by coffee and bent over his desk, scribbling out his plans.
In fact, he hasn't really been sleeping much, in the lead-up to this day.
So, yes--there is now a sweater and a bouquet of flowers with a sweet note on the kitchen table, and one Robb Stark slumped over the table, sleeping quite peacefully, when she comes home.]
OH GOOD THANK YOU FLUFF YAAAY
In fact, he hasn't really been sleeping much, in the lead-up to this day.
So, yes--there is now a sweater and a bouquet of flowers with a sweet note on the kitchen table, and one Robb Stark slumped over the table, sleeping quite peacefully, when she comes home.]