I gave Brandon my favor to wear, and never went to Petyr once after he was wounded, nor bid him farewell when father sent him off. And when Brandon was murdered and father told me I must wed his brother, I did so gladly, though I never saw Ned’s face until our wedding day. I gave my maidenhood to this solemn stranger and sent him off to his war and his king and the woman who bore him his bastard, because I always did my duty.
Robb Stark: You’d have us surrender? End all this bloodshed. I understand. The country would be at peace and life will be just under the righteous hand of good King Joffrey. Talisa: You’re going to kill Joffrey? Robb Stark: If the gods give me strength. Talisa: And then what? Robb Stark: I don’t know. We’ll go back to Winterfell. I have no desire to sit on the Iron Throne. Talisa: So who will? Robb Stark: I don’t know. Talisa: You’re fighting to overthrow a king, and yet you have no plan for what comes after? Robb Stark: First we have to win the war.