Robb/Talisa/Cat feels.
Angsty ones.
I completely disclaim GoT, the characters, and even the feels they give me. All of that belongs to GRRM and all those other guys involved with the show.
Blood, black and viscous, seeped between his fingers. In the chaotic slurry of noise around him he could still imagine the sound of it, squishing as his palm pressed into her eviscerated gut.
She was gone by the time he scrambled down to her, eyes rolled back and unblinking, staring lifelessly into the ceiling of Frey's hall. He felt the echoes of stings in his chest, recent but distant reminders of his own impending doom, their slimy-red tips jutting from his body as he leaned over his wife and stared into her death.
Someone was shouting at him, he knew, shouting in a desperate, strangled voice to stand, to move, to run.
And where would he run, and how far would he get, and to what end would he live?
She was dead, blood warm beneath his fingers and growing chilled on his skin. Her scream was in his head, shocked and agonized and gods, his little one was barely even a thought in her belly and now it was nothing,
And now he was nothing.
The someone—Mother—was both pleading for his life and begging him to pursue it, and he could do nothing but stare down, stare at the paling face of his future lost…
And did she not see by now what he saw? His life, his future was no more; it was bleeding away into the wood of Walder Frey's floor and taking him down into the cold abyss of the never-ending winter with it.
His mother was threatening, now, resilient and utterly desperate.
He settled his Lady, his wife, his Queen, his future onto the floor and stood in a shaky, dizzying swivel, knees weak and the world around him unraveling as he turned to look upon his mother's strength one last time…
He opened his mouth to say something as she held fast to her frozen hostage,
And what, by the gods, could he say? Thank you, I'm sorry, It's alright, I'm not afraid, Look at me and look at my mistakes and know that I do not regret, I could never regret, And I don't want you to cry and I don't want you to suffer…
"Mother…"
A blur. The face of a rat he should have sniffed out and devoured long ago. The whining howl of a wolf in his ears as everything that he was and loved and sought was snuffed out with the beating of his heart.
He fell, resolved. Fearless. A tear shed for his love lost, another for his mother's pain, a third for the people and lands he knew he'd failed to protect…
He lost count of the tears. Curled his fingers and felt the cold blood of his wife, his unborn still slick against his nails. Darkness was upon him and all was lost forever.
He did not regret.