To my dearest son, Robb. My first born son. I carried you in my womb and raised you. I fed you and held you in my arms. I comforted you when you cried, kept you warm when you were cold.

I watched you grow up to become a great man. A man with a noble heart. A man who eventually became king of the north. A great man who would win wars and fight with honor. But they took you from me. Your life prematurely snuffed out like a candle's flame... and left me here in grief. I will cry for you every night until my last night. My sweetest son…my baby.