the sword in the darkness
DISCLAIMER: Every character mentioned and anything in the world of A Song of Ice and Fire belongs to George R. R. Martin. I own nothing except the writing.
A/N: Change of P.O.V.! I was stuck with this one so I just tried Catelyn instead. She was surprisingly easy to write, and interesting too, though she's nowhere near my favourite character list.
9. storm
Thunder cracked again, harder than before, and Catelyn clapped her hands over her ears, wincing. She could hear the rain battering against the building, so hard that she could almost imagine that it was trying to bring the walls down over them, and she continued walking along the corridor, shivering and pulling her cloak tighter against her body. She kept her eyes down on the stone floor. She still wasn't completely used to the cold of the North, although at times it was almost bearable, and this was probably the most wild and harsh storm she'd ever seen.
She froze in her tracks next to that room, and she wondered why her feet had taken her here of all places when all she wanted was to be left alone. She touched the handle of the door with her hand softly, debating. She hadn't seen the boy since her husband came back, bringing his bastard back with him, here, with her, among all places. She hadn't wanted to, but now…
Before she changed her mind, she wrenched open the door and pulled it closed behind her. She walked closer to the crib, and stared down.
Jon Snow looked, to all accounts, a normal baby, and seemingly Eddard Stark in miniature. His dark eyes, his nose, his hair – all of it, they were her husband's. Even she could see that. He was reportedly a quiet baby – unlike her own Robb – undemanding, easy to satisfy, and curious, but content to just look.
Just then, he opened his eyes, and looked up at her, his eyes wide and familiar. The baby gurgled at her, waving his fists and reaching up a bit, like he expected to be picked up.
It was too much. Why am I here? She turned away and stalked back to the door.