There's a low hum of protest in his voice, though his features remain unwavering, and eyes were still closed. "We can't free all the slaves we come across, Jeyne."

He didn't want to point out they were going to have a child, but the gods felt otherwise about it. Losing their unborn child through the miscarriage was enough pain Robb could withstand at the moment. It was too soon to be talking again, especially when it came to slave children.