[ Robb's brow furrows and Grey Wind makes a noise from his place, a whine or grunt it is hard to tell, ears perk up attentively. ]

I cannot claim to know the honor of any man, even if he claims to be so. The late king had two brothers, if any should claim the throne it would be one of them. [ Stannis, perhaps, as unloved as he is. someone strong and unlikely to bow before the lions and their gold. ]