Is was no secret Robb was in disbelief at the words being uttered from Sansa's lips. He was silent, unwavering, unblinking, and clearly processing this information.

"Seven hells." He finally replied, blinking once again. "Roose Bolton's bastard?" It took Robb a moment to figure that out, only recalling a conversation in passing from the Lord of the Dreadfort. "And after everything I've fought for, it's Petyr Baelish who brings you home?"

The words stung Robb as he spoke them, perhaps out of jealously.