What I don't get, if the world is so grim and realistic, is how Robb Stark, with the fate of Westeros on his shoulders, thinks true love is more important than alliances. He didn't grow up watching disney or Rom-Coms. Where did he learn to be such a jackass?
I don't remember the exact details but his father is either already dead...
It's like he has no understanding at all of the seriousness of the situation.
Idealect, Welcome! Let me fill in a few of the details and give you my perception of Robb's motivations.
Despite the Stark words, "Winter Is Coming," Eddard did not fully prepare his children. Yes, he gave Robb (and Jon) the best education in leadership, finance, land management, and military that the North could afford. The book opens with Eddard starting to educate Bran in the same manner.... executing deserters. The flaw in the education lies with the existence of Jon Snow. Eddard never explained Jon's existence to Catelyn, Robb, Jon, or any of the Stark supporters. So rumors existed of beautiful debutantes and/or common wenches of Eddard's time in the rebellion. If Eddard had left Jon in the South, then all of this would not have been an issue, but he brought Jon to Winterfell. So, even though Eddard taught his sons to be just and honorable, there was an unspoken rule that it was okay to mess around if the girl was pretty. And the next rule was that a man takes responsibility for his indiscretions. To me, this is how Robb was unprepared to deal with the repercussion of deflowering Jeyne Westerling.
At the time, Eddard was dead... Robb was still winning battles, but realized he was being outmaneuvered politically... Robb was wounded storming the Westerling castle... Sansa was a prisoner of Joffrey's... Arya was presumed lost or dead... and Robb had just received word of the murders of Bran and Rickon. Robb was in dire need of consolation... or some tangible reassurance that the rebellion could work out... that he was not going to end up as a head on a spike. While he was wounded in bed and worrying in the dark of the night, Jeyne slipped in to comfort him. Robb knew his father took comfort in the previous rebellion, so the son copied the father. The problem for Robb was that he sorely needed a physical reminder of love, of tenderness, and of the future because of the desperate situation in which he found himself... that he actually took it too far and fell in love with her.
Now what is a seventeen year old king who is already a military legend supposed do? How could he remember his oath to Walder Frey when he just found love (and the joy of intercourse)? How could he think he is bound by laws when every person in his life told him how awesome and powerful he was? How could he think he ccouldn't redo his deal with Walder Frey when his own mother, uncle, great uncle, and grandfather bowed to him? How could he believe that he's not a supernatural being when he controlled the most ferocious beast that anyone of them have ever seen?
I think the combination of incomplete training, grief, despair, a pretty face, and a sense of unchecked heroism were a bad combination for Robb. I think he forgot the one thing that Eddard did.... Eddard married the girl to gain the alliance on the spot. Eddard did not put it off.
And don't forget that it appears that Jeyne's mother and uncle set up Robb for a honey trap with Jeyne as the bait. Jeyne was most likely unaware that this was done with Tywin Lannister's approval. Jeyne's uncle, Rolf Spicer, was granted lands and title by Tommen. Jeyne's father was welcomed back to the King's Peace with money and more lands.
So Eddard had a reason(s) for not telling Catelyn and Jon the truth of Jon's parentage. But since Eddard was de facto monarch of the North, his personal secrets become State Secrets... and his heir should have had access to this information. If Robb had an inkling of what many readers think of Jon's origins... he might not have climbed into the sack with Jeyne.
It seems like the good characters just turn into complete jackasses sometimes, throwing away their chances for no particular reason:
For instance I don't remember exactly how Ned dies but I'm pretty sure it's some kind of jackassery that has nothing to do with honour. I think he goes to Cersei and basically announces that he's her enemy, her days are numbered etc. That's not honourable, that's being an NPC caricature. Especially when his shtick is as much about not flinching from the unpleasant side of things as it is about justice.
Let me just say that I only know of a few people who use the term jackassery. Do you live in Denver? Do we know each other? Is this post just jackassery to yank my chain? I know of four guys who would do this to me. Or mayhaps I'm just paranoid...
In my experience, story tellers (especially fantasy and sci-fi) make their characters too smart. The heroes anticipate every enemy plot and they consistently make wise choices for the long term... even when it's hitting the fan in the heat of battle. Most writers (novels, comics, screenplays) combat this by making the monsters bigger, the traps tougher, and the villains more sadistic instead of making their heroes more realistic... i.e. less wise, more human. Examples of these sages of situations include Sherlock Holmes, James Bond, Hercule Poirot, Prince Hal (in Henry IV, Part One), Druss, Gandalf, Frodo, Aragorn, Ender, Katniss, Polgara, Arutha con Doin, Pug/Milamber, Honor Harrington, Paul Atreides, Hermione Granger, Flash Gordon, John Carter, Peter Parker (on film), every movie with Stallone, Schwarzenegger, or Damon, and every single hero in
The Sword of Shanarra.
Humans often let petty slights, insults, and jealousies get in the way of long term benefits and relationships. If you have a adult sibling, then you know exactly what I mean.
Unlike a flower, whose bud takes days or weeks to blossom, love can blossom in an instant... and the fragrance of passion is a thousandfold stronger than jasmine.
That's why the stories of Abraham, Moses, David, Odysseus, Arthur, Guinevere, Lancelot, Macbeth and Lady Macbeth, Romeo and Juliet, Hester Prynne, Jean Valjean, Rooster Cogburn, Edmond Dantes, Cyrano de Bergerac, Sarah Connor (just from the first two Terminator movies), Huck Finn and Jim, Andy Dufresne and Red powerfully resonate with me. They have the ring of authenticity. These characters know the depths of sorrow, the dashing of dreams, the loneliness of abandonment, the immediacy of passion, the search for identity, the need for validation, the burning fire to fulfill the mission, and the longing for redemption. All of these characters were labeled as villains at one time or another.
Don't we all think of ourselves as the heroes of our stories? Don't we want to see ourselves as heroes to our families and friends? In my own life... I was a multi-sport star in high school. Leading scorer and captain in both football and basketball. Homecoming King. College athlete. 6'6". Good looking, if you'll allow me that. Isn't that all there is to being a hero? Tall, athletic, and handsome? I thought I'd always be a hero just by showing up. But after the death of my mother, I became bogged down by grief.... and it cost me my marriage and a couple of jobs. My brother and I seriously feuded. And guess what? I discovered that I was not the hero of those stories... I was not even an average person... I was the villain. Through grief, despair, frustration, failure, envy, and misfortunate circumstances, I'd become a villain. Oh, I still had many who loved me... I am still considered a caring and compassionate man by many, but the ex-wife, two bosses, and my brother know differently. They know that I can exceed almost everyone in jackassery.
It's hard to see the way out of the forest when you're in the thick of it.
Mr. Martin has used a peculiar method of telling his story. Each chapter is from a certain character's perspective. We see how each character and the characters around him/her have a limited scope of vision... but we, as readers, see the entire story... or at least as GRRM wants us to see. We have a much fuller perspective on the larger picture than Robb had. He thought Arya, Bran, and Rickon were dead, but we knew differently. He thought Eddard fathered a *******. He thought his father would not compromise his honor, except for the one time.
All that being said, I certainly sound like a fanboy. I don't want to be a fanboy... but I really do like this story. Mayhaps, you see something I don't and I'm just making this fit my preconceptions.
And that's just my two cents... well, maybe three cents considering the length of the post.