Catelyn
Catelyn's first memory was mother's lap and Auburn hair, her gentle voice soothing her to sleep.
The room was silent while the women worked on their embroidery, as usual, mother's work was impeccable. Catelyn looked at her own and sighed, she tried hard to get her stitches straight but it seemed hopeless.
Cat looked around the room, lady Alyanne Royce was working on a falcon, she wondered if Alyanne missed her home in the Eirye, it had been 3 years since she arrived at Winterfell, the first of the wards that mother would be fostering. Rickard Karstark and Hoster Ashwood the following year. Arya Manderly arrived just last year. The room might be quiet now, but it was full of life compared to the time before. Catelyn would run around and play in the castle,and imagine it was a haunted castle like Harrenhall, it was just Cat and mother.
"Child" Cat was startled by mother's voice. "Let me see" She said while taking Cat's work and inspecting it. "You could use more practice Catelyn" Said mother."Perhaps instead of running off to play with the pups... " The other girls giggled and poor Cat felt her blush reaching her ears.
Mother gently stroked Catelyn's hair "Don't worry too much my child, embroidery might be a charming activity for highborn ladies, but it's certainly not the most important.I would rather you learn how to be wise and honorable, be capable to defend yourselves and your own if the time arises."
Mother gave the embroidery back to Cat and everyone continued working on their own.
Cat admired mother, she could be strict and stern, but always kind and caring. Practical and wise in matters of ruling, beloved by her people and respected by all the lords. Besides her beauty was without compare in all the whole North, or so Cat thought.
However, mother would sometimes look alone and sad, some kind of longing always present in her blue eyes, Cat thought it was because of her family lost so long ago. She would never talk about that, nobody in the keep either. It was a topic that was so terrible that it was better not mentioned again. Even the master would always skip the details during Cat's lessons.
When Alyanne Royce arrived, Cat was eager to ask her if she knew what had happened in the South, but she wasn't very sure either, being the Eirye a quite isolated place, all she told Cat was that the Iron throne was no more.
Cat had never left Winterfell, and longed to know more about the world, but when mother looked sadly to the South or when she wanted to be alone and pray in the Godswood, Cat wished to stay by her side always. It had been the two of them alone for a long time, mother and Winterfell was all she knew.
Mother stopped her work and looked at her. "Catelyn dear" she said "It is time to start preparations for dinner, please go ahead and ask the kitchens if they need anything"
Cat stood up and put on her cloak, as always she reminded herself to stand up straight and walk gracefully just like mother.
Cat wondered, if it wasn't for her golden hair and freckles, would people think they were real mother and daughter? "I will see you later today then Lady Sansa" and with that Cat left the room.