For the past week, Robert has been desperately trying to keep his emotions in check.
His father is dead.
Open displays of sorrow are frowned upon for an earl. So he keeps a stiff upper lip and pretends that he isn't bleeding inside.
But now he is alone. He sobs openly as a son grieving for his father.
The door opens before he has time to compose himself. Cora. He tries to shield his tears from her, but she steps closer to him and, without a word, pulls out her handkerchief, taking the time to tenderly brush his tears away.
A/N: I often wonder how this situation came about. I've no doubt that Cora would be fully supportive. :3