Chapter 4
Robb
Robb sat at the foot of his bed, his hand sliding down his face. "Get some sleep, my lord." Talisa said, caressing his cheek. "Talisa, I've been separated from my whole family. Bran is most likely dead; nobody has any knowledge of what's become of Arya and Sansa. And my father…" A single tear fell from Robb's eye. "Best not to get fall prey to grief. I'm sure your mother is fine. Rest up now, you'll need your strength when morning comes." Talisa said, her finger trailing down Robb's back.
Catelyn
Catelyn leaned on the tree, her legs buckling from the walking. "How long have I been walking? The moon doesn't look like it's moved." Catelyn wiped a hot sweat from her brow, quickly scanning the area; she saw a dim light behind a few trees. Brushing past the foliage, she tried to find the light, her vision becoming blurred. Spotting the light she started walking towards it, realising it was an inn. As she got closer, her breathing became heavier. "Help…" She mumbled, unable to shout. Placing a foot on the entrance to the inn, she lifted her hand and began knocking. "Open up, I need help…"Catelyn felt dizzy, her hand wiping her forehead, her temperature higher than normal. She then collapsed at the door of the inn, her vision faded.
Sansa
The door to Sansa's bedroom swung open. "Did you cut a citizen of Kings Landing?!" Joffrey yelled, waking Sansa out of her sleep. "I'm sorry, my lord." Sansa said, falling off her bed and onto her knees, "Please forgive me." She said, bowing her head. Joffrey smirked at his guard, his expression soon turned to disgust. He gripped her hair and began lifting her off the ground; Sansa was holding back the tears. "I can't have residents of the Red Keep attacking citizens of Kings Landing; we could have a widespread riot." Joffrey said, dropping Sansa to the ground, "Now, you're going to tell me. Were you the only one who did this, some people claimed they saw Lady Margaery with you." Joffrey moved closer to Sansa, "I can't let him know that Lady Margaery cut that man…" Sansa thought, her eyes meeting Joffrey's. "It was me and only me." Sansa said, staring into Joffrey's eyes. "Take her to the dungeon." Joffrey smirked.
The Next Morning
Catelyn
Catelyn's eyes opened, her vision was blurred but it soon focused. "Where am I?" Catelyn murmured, her grainy voice causing her to cough. "Do not speak, I've fed you some Firesnake, it fights the infection but can cause muteness in a select few. It will be best to rest your voice; you have a better chance of recovery." A female voice spoke, making Catelyn feel assured. "My name is Cerys, the owner of this inn. I have tended to your wounds, you need a few days rest and then if you choose, you can leave." The woman said, Catelyn suddenly sitting upright. "I have to leave now, I must get to Winterfell." Catelyn said, fighting past the grainy voice, "Lay down, if you do not rest, you will not recover." Cerys said, placing her hands on Catelyn's shoulders. "My name is Catelyn Stark from the house, Winterfell. I was taken by the Kings Landing soldiers; I must get back to Robb Stark." Catelyn stated, knocking Cerys' hands away.
"I know who you are, and I know what happened to you. My lady, this isn't your average Inn." Cerys said, a confused look washing over Catelyn's face. "Winter is coming, my lady…We support the Stark family, we train people to fight for the Starks, but we train them to fight in the shadows." Cerys gave Catelyn a plague mask. "What is this for?" Catelyn asked, "Like I said, I know who you are, and I know that you will want to leave straight away. This mask will keep the soldiers away from you, but do not wear it into towns, or it will have the opposite effect." Cerys handed Catelyn a neatly folded cloak, "And this?" Catelyn asked, "This is for when you enter towns, I've sewn the Baratheon crest on it, it shall provide…Insurance. Best to wear it at all times, but be careful who you wear it around."
Sansa
"There is no comfort to be had in lying on a dungeon floor, but this is for Margaery." Sansa thought as the side of her face was pressed on the floor, "If only I could have seen through Joffrey's charm sooner, my father might still be alive, we might all still be together." Sansa gazed through the bars of the cell; the moans of the prisoners had kept her awake all night. "Will anyone know I'm missing? I suppose Baelish will notice. Maybe not…I wouldn't even notice my absence." Sansa's eyes drifted back down, as the tears pooled beneath her face.
Robb
"Any news of her whereabouts?" Robb asked his men, "We do not know where she is, but there are some sightings, we have men checking to see if these are accurate." One spoke up, "This is ridiculous, why did no one guard her when she went out in the first place?" Robb asked, "She insisted that she go out by herself, she said that we would trample the thing she was looking for." Another man spoke, Robb's anger was clear and the men started to step back. And with one breathe, Robb let out a long scream.
Catelyn
Catelyn was on the move again, she had left the inn and was now wearing a cloak with the Baratheon Crest sewn onto it and a plague mask to conceal her identity. The pain was no longer present, it was completely gone, she took a mental note of Firesnake, and she had no idea what it was but she knew it was better than Beesroot. "Remember what Cerys said, do not wear the mask in towns and be careful where I wear the cloak." Catelyn kept walking, the limp was gone and her wrist was healed, she had no idea why Cerys wanted her to rest if she had healed so quickly. CRUNCH. Catelyn quickly spun around to see an arrow fly past her head, "Do not move."