AN: This was originally supposed to be a birthday present for a friend, however, due to a complicated scenario that I'd rather not post publicly, that isn't actually possible. So instead I'm posting it here! This is my first story in this fandom. Please no flames.
They killed him. They killed my son. My eldest. I have nothing left to live for. They're going to kill me now. I know they will. I can feel someone coming up behind me, and suddenly there's a coldness on my neck. I want it to be over. It needs to be over. Partly because I can't bear to live in this world anymore, but also because I won't let them see how afraid I am. I want to die, but death scares me. Will it be painful? Will it be quick? I honestly don't know, and I'm terrified to find out.
There's a sharp pain, and suddenly it feels as if I'm drowning. I can't be, as there's not a body of water in this room. Everything is swimming, and I'm becoming more and more dizzy.
Suddenly, I feel something that stands out from all of the misery around me. Strong arms take hold of me, and I hear a familiar voice, in my ear.
"Cat, it's alright."
I recognize the voice immediately and I want nothing more than to speak, to call out, to cry with joy that he's here, he's really here. I can hear him. I've missed him. But I can't. I can't speak. I open my mouth, but no sound comes out. It just reminds me of how dizzy I am, and an anguished gasp is all I can manage.
"Cat," his arms wrap around me tighter still, trying to soothe me. "Catelyn, you need to relax. It'll be over soon. I'm here, and I'll never let you go again."
I close my eyes, feeling a sense of calm take over. My sweet Ned is here with me, after so long. In a few moments, I'll be able to speak with him, to feel him. Express how much I've missed him. I stop fighting, letting my breath stop and succumbing to the darkness before the light.