"It's nice to meet you, Lady Del." Her speech was strange, she looked like one of the ladies from home but didn't talk like one. No one did. She looked too old for Robb, but then Robb was too old for Robb here. One of her eyes was so very blue.

Bran met her eyes and looked at her like she was a puzzle as much of a person, something that he had to figure out. Robb had spoken of her in passing, but Bran only knew what she wasn't. Not Robb's wife, not Reynald's mother. She was Robb's something else. Bran didn't know there could be a something else.

"Robb's courting you."