"If that is the case, I wish that she would not love me quite so much," he said dryly, running a hand over his hair. "Men with thicker skulls than mine have been felled by such blows, surely."
Matthrew listened to Kyra with a skeptical ear. She was the perfect picture of mourning -- too perfect, put together with just the right amount of unkemptness to look like she was grieving. "A Stark predisposed to flights of romantic fancy. Imagine that," he said dryly.