Catelyn was a good Riverlands girl. She said her prayers to the Seven, excelled at knitting and singing, and was a great beauty at only 20 years of age. Her round race she received from her mother and her redhead from her father. She was the jewel of Riverrun. However, despite the adoration of the nobles and smallfolk alike, she kept a secret hidden to herself.

Her mind was diseased with vulgar thoughts. On some nights, she laid awake at night with her loins aching, the image of Rodrick Piper in her mind. Her friend and lady in waiting Margot knew all the mysteries about boys and sex which the septas kept hidden. At 15, the girls shared their first kiss with each other. At 16, Catelyn learned the pleasure possible of her own hands and the pair rubbed themselves to completion in the same bed. It was two moons ago that Margot described her first experience with a stable boy; a cock was longer and thicker than their fingers and to be trapped under his muscular weight was exciting.

She had finally given in to her passion on the night before. Behind her closed eyes, she saw Rodrick climbing in top of her, his big arms by her sides and his green eyes staring down at her. She imagined him to be as thick as her two fingers. Her passion carried to her a powerful release and a sinful smile.

In the morning, she debated whether or not she should confess to the septon. On one hand, she had transgressed against the Maiden. In the hell for the lustful, those whose sexual appetite trumped reason were punished by violent winds for all of eternity. On the other hand, there was no way a young girl could admit to such a thing to an old man, regardless of her house name.

The Maester found her in the sept, praying alone.

"Lady Catelyn," he whispered. "You are needed in the council chambers."

The young redhead obeyed. She rushed to the building as quickly as her short legs and dress could take her. In the room, Catelyn found three gray haired men sitting at the table: Lord Jonos Bracken, Lord William Mooton, and the castellan of Riverrun Tywin Frey.

"I thought your father was better, Lady Tully," Bracken growled.

"He is still bedridden," she responded. "His face still partially frozen. I shall pass on your well wishes."

"Have a seat, girl," he said. "We need to speak."

Catelyn sat on the other side of the table, Maester Boros by her side.

"Is this pertaining to my marriage?"

"This is about Lady Tyrell's letter," Mooton roared. "We did not save the Riverlands in the war to have our gods disgraced. Honestly, her only claim to her House's seat is her blood and the Dragon Queen's word. She lacks both the brain of Willas and the gallantry of Garlan. It's a damn shame they were slain by the Ironborn."

"I agree it is for the gods to decide when a marriage is ended." Catelyn found a nervous sweat collecting on her neck. She always knew this day was coming when she would become ruler of the Riverlands. But Lord Edmure's sudden fit had advanced the day by at least 10 years. "But is this not a quarrel between Lady Margaery and the Faith?"

"You haven't been reading your history," Tywin Frey scolded. "How many small uprisings have aged into unstoppable revolutions? The thrice-wed rose shows no respect for the gods and claims a greater power. If she does not recognize their laws, then she will not recognize the laws of men. Will we say the same thing when she takes the land of her lesser lords? Will we say it's not our problem? Will others say the same when our kingdom is breached?"

"I've said the same about the Dragon Queen since the first day," Bracken said. "She changes the Realm piece by piece until she becomes her father before anyone has noticed. This is where we make our stand."

"The law to give the eldest child inheritance is not the issue," Frey clarified. "We do not claim that all women should be subjugated for their delusions of grandeur. It is simply this woman, Margaery Tyrell."

"She's a slut," Mooton snarled. "Her incest born husband likely has a crippled cock. She only wants a fourth husband to fuck her right."

Catelyn stared down at the table. She had never met the legendary Margaery Tyrell nor had she ever made a major decision for the banners of the Riverlands. The gods were testing her, mayhaps to atone for her own sins.

"What would you have me do?"

"March to King's Landing," Bracken demanded. "We River lords and a small retinue of armed guards. We must demand the Queen to do her duty and govern the Realm. And if she won't arrest Lady Tyrell, then we will."

Catelyn Tully felt her heart race. All eyes were on her, waiting for the words to come out of her mouth. She needed to make a decision for her father, for her kingdom, and for her gods.

"We march tomorrow."

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