Yeah...I think so. [He frowns and tries to recall the things Hermione did.] She could get letters from here to my home. But eventually...I only chose to send the one to my lady wife. It could be a different sort of magic. She is a sorcerer after all. She can do things I only hear of in stories of old. [A melancholic smile appears on his face.] My brother Bran loves to hear them...

[Robb can see his hands tremble a little and he tells himself that there is nothing wrong with being afraid. And that there is nothing wrong with showing it either.]

That would be rather messy. I would not bestow a death sentence upon you. I am no king here.

[So all he does is watching and readying himself to pull away the second his skin would burn. And he smiles when it doesn’t. All he feels is warmth and the odd sensation that he is holding actual fire in his hands.]

I am not known for being good at judging people.

[There’s a bitter smile around his face. He surely misjudged lord Bolton there. Cunning he might be, but he never thought him a traitor.]