The two of them sat down on the bench in the room. Seeing Jeyne fall silent again, Lady Sybelle comforted her, "Jeyne, don't grieve alone. I am your mother. Even if I can't help you, at least speaking it out will make you feel better."
Jeyne shook her head slightly: "I just don't know how to say it, Mother."
After a pause, she slowly said, "Robb… After he executed the Karstark lord that day, he hasn't eaten much until today. Today, I asked Loram (Jeyne's younger brother, Robb's squire) to send him a hearty dinner, with roasted wild boar ribs, stewed onions, and his favorite ale, but he barely touched any of it. Every night, he just sits in front of the map, silently examining it. I ask him what he's looking for, but he doesn't say, and I feel like he doesn't even hear me."
The corners of her eyes were red: "Robb is lonely and angry, he's so pitiful. I want to be a good wife to him, but I don't know how to do it, how to encourage him, to cheer him up. I don't know what he needs…"
Jeyne tightly held Lady Sybelle's hand, marked by the passage of time, and said, "Mother, please teach me what to do."
Lady Sybelle gently wiped the corner of Jeyne's eye with her thumb, and said softly, "Jeyne, when you decided to marry King Robb, I told you that you are not just a wife. Tomorrow is your wedding with the King, you are marrying the King's kingdom.
What I can tell you is that you must learn to endure, and learn to understand your King. Sometimes, doing nothing, silent companionship, is also a form of support. He loves you, he needs you, and I believe your King will soon return to your side."
Jeyne nodded gently, and Lady Sybelle rubbed her small face, then said, "My daughter, the King must have an heir. This is the Queen's responsibility and duty, and this is also what King Robb needs your help with the most."
Jeyne said shyly, "Robb also understands his responsibility. Except for the days after the execution, we… we try every day, sometimes two or three times a day. Every night, I pray to the Mother, and I believe I will soon conceive Robb's heir."
Lady Sybelle looked at her daughter's blushing cheeks, paused, and said, "I will prepare the drink for you every morning as usual. My grandmother taught it to me. It's made with herbs, milk, and ale, and it will help you conceive quickly."
Jeyne's mother had four children for her father, and she embraced Lady Sybelle, both moved and grateful.
Lady Sybelle's hand stiffened slightly, and she said, "Every night, I will also pray to the gods for you, my good daughter."
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The next day, Robb and Jeyne's wedding was grand and solemn.
Inside Riverrun's sept, the Riverlands Septon personally presided over the wedding. Robb and Jeyne stood before the tall statues of the Father and the Mother.
Jeyne Westerling wore a blue gown symbolizing purity and loyalty, and her cloak was the sand-gold color of House Westerling; Robb Stark wore a fitted black robe, and his cloak was the silver-grey color of the Stark.
Under the witness of the gods, Robb and Jeyne made seven wedding vows, received seven blessings, and exchanged seven promises.
Then, according to tradition, the Riverlands Septon asked those present if anyone challenged the wedding.
At this moment, many people secretly looked towards the direction of House Frey. Black Walder, standing at the very front, merely grinned, revealing a mouthful of uneven yellow teeth.
No one stepped forward to question or challenge. The sacred hymns of the Seven Gods resonated, and it was time for the changing of cloaks.
After exchanging their cloaks, King Robb solemnly placed the Queen's crown on Jeyne. Amidst various blessings, he lowered his head and deeply kissed his Queen.
The Riverlands Septon solemnly declared: "From this moment on, King Robb Stark and Queen Jeyne Westerling shall be one body, one mind, one soul. May the gods bless them."
As his words fell, a wave of cheers immediately erupted.
The wedding ceremony concluded. Brynden Tully, Greatjon, and Jeyne's elder brother, Ser Reynald, led the way with over twenty Stark grey cloaks, guiding the procession out of the sept.
King Robb and Queen Jeyne followed behind. The Queen's youngest brother, Loram, carried a basket and scattered petals for them.
Next were Edmure Tully and Jeyne's father, Gawen Westerling, followed closely by Alynne Westerling, Jeyne's youngest sister, arm-in-arm with Lady Sybelle.
Then came the Northern lords and Riverlands lords, led by Lord Roose Bolton and Black Walder.
Finally, Tyrion and others, who had been "crouching" in a corner.
Stepping out of the sept, Tyrion took a deep breath of fresh air and limped along on his short legs, saying, "Bronn, before the wedding feast, I need to take a good piss."
Finding a slightly secluded spot, Tyrion glanced at the young squire silently standing behind him and said in a complaining tone, "Pod, Podrick Payne, if you need to piss, stay far away from me."
Although Podrick was puzzled by Tyrion's strange command, he obediently walked to another spot.
Seeing this, Bronn grinned: "My lord, Pod is innocent. He must not understand why you're staying away from him at this moment."
"He'll understand sooner or later… Hmm, I plan to help him… Don't look at me like that, I'm only responsible for paying! I'll help him understand the pleasures of a man's bed… bed…"
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