Chapter 8
Robb
The doors of Robb's bedchambers banged as if someone was forcing their way in, though Robb didn't care. He held Talisa in his arms and prayed for her, wishing that the Gods would bring her back, hoping that it was only a dream, wanting to be dead also. The doors to the bedchambers broke open and dozens of men swarmed in, armed and ready to fight but Robb didn't even glance at them. "Die with honour Robb Stark, not crying over your whore of a wife." One of the soldiers said as he slowly walked over to Robb, blade drawn and aimed at neck. "Kill me." Robb said quietly, eliciting a small grin from the man. "Just like I thought, weak just like your whore of a mother." Robb turned his head, ignoring the words, the man's blade cutting through Robb's neck.
Catelyn
Catelyn could feel Arya's cold breath upon her shoulder, hoping that the arrow had not hit. "Perhaps it missed?" She thought as she held Arya close. A small groan came from Arya, "M-Mother." Catelyn reluctantly opened her eyes and looked upon her daughter, her horrors realised. The arrow had struck, deep, in Arya's neck, it was too late. "Arya please, hold on." Tears ran from Catelyn's face as she gazed upon her daughter who with her last ounce of strength, smiled and said "I'm so happy that I could see you again." Arya's body became still as the life drained from her body, and so it did with Catelyn.
Authors Note:
That was the end of The Fall of Catelyn; stay tuned for the next entry in the series titled A Mother's Vengeance.
