Chapter 4
Jon lay in his chambers with one thought. If I die, will I get to see my mother? Will I know who she is? Jon knew he was sick. He had been asleep for a long time and only recently woken up. The world seemed foggy to him, like he wasn't truly awake. His head ached as well as his limbs. It felt like someone was sitting on Jon's chest so he couldn't breathe. The room was quiet. The only person in the room with him was the Maester. The man was silent as he read a book which sat in his lap. He hadn't notice Jon had awoken. It was when Jon started to cough that the Maester looked towards him. His chest burned with each cough he made. "Good morning Jon" The Maester had a small smile on his lips but it didn't reach his eyes. Jon knew something was wrong. "Maester, am I going to die?" The smile fell from the Maesters lips. He paused for a moment, unsure how to proceed. It was enough for Jon to know that his situation wasn't good. Unsure what to say, the Maester gave Jon milk of the poppy so the boy could rest. Jon felt tired. Like his limbs were not there. As his eyelids began to close again his thoughts returned to his mother. Will I get to meet her if I die?
Catelyn
When morning came, most of the castle knew of Lord Starks return to the castle. In the dining hall many of the Ladies asked Catelyn why he husband had returned. She told them all about the Bastard and how he had the pox. She couldn't stay around the people too long. Catelyn thought the people could look into her eyes and know the truth. How the boy got sick. She went to Sanza's chambers and decided to spend the rest of the day with her little girl. She found out a few days ago that she was with child but didn't know how to tell Ned. Would he be happy? She decided she would wait to tell him. Her thoughts went to the Bastard. She hadn't seen him since he got the pox and didn't know how he was doing. Why should I care whether the Bastard lives or dies?
With Sanza in her arms, Catelyn took her daughter for a walk in Winterfells's couryard. Where the boys would normally be sparring, an empty yard apeared in front of her. Robb. She forgot to see what Robb would be doing today. Catelyn and her daughter wandered around the castle near and hour with no sign of Robb. She couldn't find her son anywhere. Sanza remained quiet in her arms. Her daughter had fallen asleep a half hour before. Catelyn returned to Sanza's chambers and laid her daughter in her crib. One of the maids would watch her daughter as she looked for Robb.
When she passed the Bastards chambers, Catelyn heard voiced inside. She opened the door to find The Maester, Ned and Robb inside. The Bastard was asleep in his bed, looking pale as his pillow case. The closer she got into the room, the worse the child looked. He had dark circles under his eyes, red splotches over his visible skin. The child was coughing and whimpering she noticed. Catelyn feels a tap on her should and turns to see Ned. She realizes he was talking to her but she had not noticed. "What is being done for him?" Catelyn asked the Maester. The Maester shook his head. "I'm afraid there is not much I can give the boy. I gave him milk of the poppy so he would rest and to take away his pain. There is nothing else I can do. It's to see if the boy is strong enough to live." The room got quiet, Catelyn turned to Ned. She didn't know what she could say to him. Catelyn turned towards the door and just as she reached the door, she looked over her shoulder. Robb sat in front of the bed holding his brothers hand. He looked hopeless. Catelyn exited the room and went to he study. It was the warmest room in all Winterfell because of hot springs under the ground. She took a seat, Turing to the window. The view the same as it had always been, looked different to her.
Her thoughts returned to the Bastard. She knew this was her fault. She wished him dead. Is it so wrong for her to wish the boy dead? He is a reminder to everyone that Ned was not faithful to her. She should hate the boy who rightfully shouldn't exist. But is it right to wish death on him? Catelyn didn't like the boy, but would she be a monster for causing his death. How could she live knowing she killed a boy of six, a boy who is a brother to her son. As Catelyn sat in her study she struggled with her thoughts of the Bastard. He should die. Shouldn't he?