Keeping me away from Jaime Lannister was quite an easy feat for Robb to accomplish. However his words still swam around in my head, like poison in water they spread and threatened to consume me. What I couldn't understand was his pathological need to make sure I was miserable.
When we arrived at the new camp site, it chilled me how daunting and scary the world we lived in was. I wasn't allowed to help them so I went and leant against the tree, I so could vouch and say that I was nowhere near the site, I could still see the Kingslayer here but there was something else that was bothering us all that I couldn't place, a feeling of unrest. It chilled me to my core.
Let me just clear up a few things.
I am nowhere near perfect.
I'm not vain.
I've never considered myself the overly emotional type, the fact that people don't press the subject either makes me happy, because of this fact it meant that I didn't get treated like some girlie girl who needs everybody to cater to her every whim or pander to her every mood swing.
However I do know a few things, for example I know entirely too many secrets. Some of these are other peoples secrets, the rest are my families and now my own. I learned these secrets by either stumbling on them by accident, being told them or figuring them out. Secrets are all around us, it's our choice as to find them or ignore them but they can either be kept and locked away deep in our conscious or told and aired out for the whole world, they can make or break life and people.
Sorry i know its just a filler, but my interpretation of season 2 is coming in the next chapter