Moonie: Yeah, I never understood that either. Catelyn risked her life for both girls and her husband when she went to Kings Landing. She risked her life again and being accused of treason when she decided to trade Jaime for the girls - BOTH girls as far as she knew according to what Tyrion had told her. She gets terribly upset when they receive news from Sansa but not from Arya. Arya spends her days reminiscing about her childhood and her family as she walks through the countryside and she's desperately trying to find a way to get to her mother. When she goes to Essos, one of the names she chooses is Cat. ... Yeah, Cat criticizes her daughter, like any mother does. And she does acknowledge Sansa is better at certain things than Arya, but that doesn't mean she loves her any less. Anybody who claims that criticizing one's own child means that they don't love them clearly has never been a parent! I can find a gazillion faults in my children, but I can also find three gazillion assets. Finding fault in someone does not mean you love them less. The same applies to Arya. Yes, she felt she didn't fill her mother's expectations, but she truly wanted to. Why would she want to please her mother if she didn't love her? Why would she be concerned about her mother's approval if she didn't love her? ... They clash like any mother and daughter. Thanks for yor review.

And thanks to everybody who's reading and following. ... I hope you like weddings :)

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4. Let wine flow red

Catelyn

Under normal circumstances she usually enjoyed parties. But this was not a regular circumstance. Where was the joy in this wedding? Why is it that most weddings are preceded by deaths? Her own wedding to Ned was preceded by Brandon's death. This one was preceded by her father's and Ned's.

She made an effort to enjoy herself. She danced, she drank and she ate. She joked with her uncle and her brother. She talked to her son and his bannermen. She joined the Frey ladies in conversation.

"I need to take a piss," her uncle boomed from across the table, much to the amusement of his companions.

"Need to make room for more of this cheap wine?" Robb joked raising his cup.

"Robb, don't insult the hosts. At least not any further than what you have already done" Catelyn admonished her son quietly.

"Well, the wine is cheap, but it's serving its purpose. Look at all those fools dancing and making sheer fools of themselves" Brynden came to Robb's rescue. "And now I've got to go pee to make room for some more."

"I'll go with you" Catelyn said getting on her feet to go with her uncle.

"Sweetling, I don't need help."

"I know, you silly man. I just need some fresh air and would appreciate some company, that's all."

"Well, then off we go!" her uncle laughed and offered her his hand.

They walked out of the ballroom and headed towards the yard. Brynden excused himself and proceeded to relieve himself against a wall. Meanwhile, Catelyn started to slowly walk towards the kennels, where she knew the wolves were being kept. Lord Walder Frey had allowed the wolves to enter the castle walls but insisted the animals be kept locked during the feast.

"Where are you going, Cat?"

"Oh, Uncle, you startled me! I didn't hear you coming."

"How long do you think it takes to take a leak?" she let out a soft laughter and he continued. "Where are you going? The hall is that way" he pointed in the direction they had come from.

"I just need fresh air. It was getting crowded in there."

"And you're just walking aimlessly with no direction at all, but oh coincidence, on the way to the kennels."

"Uncle, don't."

"What is it with you and that wolf? I mean, with Robb I see the connection. The wolf goes into battle with him, and the gods know many of us would be dead if it wasn't for it. But even so, he never sleeps or talks with the wolf the way you do. What's your deal with the wolf? I know you miss your family and you must see your children represented in it, what with the wolf being the sigil and all. But it's dangerous. And it's not normal. You're worrying me."

"It's my daughter" she blurted out interrupting her uncle.

"What?"

"The wolf. Nymeria" she took a deep breath and proceed to explain. "I don't know exactly how it works. The children found these wolves, a mother with her pups. The mother was dying but the children kept the pups. There was one for each. Robb had GreyWind, Sansa had Lady, Arya had Nymeria, Rickon had Shaggydog, Bran fell before he had the chance to even name his. Even my husband's son had one, Ghost. They have this connection to their wolves. You've seen GreyWind and Robb in battle, it's almost as if they were one."

"Go on"

"Sansa's wolf was killed under the King's orders and Nymeria ran away, or so I was told. When I was coming back from Bitterbridge, she approached me."

"The wolf?"

"Yes, Nymeria. And she's been with me ever since. I feel her uncle, I feel her."

"The wolf?"

"No. My daughter, Arya. It's the connection. And I know she also feels me, through the wolf."

"That's quite a tale."

"I just want to go see her. That's all."

"I'll go with you."

The music kept booming and they could hear cheers coming from the windows. Suddenly everything stopped and a different kind of music filled the air. Catelyn and Brynden looked at each other. It was a tune they both knew well and which filled them with dread.

"Rains of Castamere is no song for a wedding"

"No, unless there was a reason for it"

"Let's go back."

They tried to make their way back into the hall but the door was barred. Looking out the battlements into the camp where the soldiers were staying, they were gripped by an ominous sense of panic. They could see soldiers running and yelling, but that was no celebration.

Catelyn started running back in the direction of the kennels and stopped dead in her tracks when she saw a group of armed archers approaching the cage the wolves were in. She tried to outrun them and her uncle quickly caught up with her. He made a move to stop her but he was too late. Catelyn sprinted and beat the archers. Her hand quickly found the latch and opened the door before she felt a sharp pain in her back. She had no time to ponder on what had hit her as two big grey shadows leaped over her and growled angrily. She could not turn but she could hear the sound of flesh tearing and men yelling in pain. She could hear the clash of steel and her uncle's angry battle cry.

It was soon over. Her uncle helped her up and she could finally see what had happened. The torn bodies and the blood seeping from the wolves fangs gave a very vivid picture of what had taken place. The blood on her uncle's sword and the two bodies covered in blood also told about her uncle's role in the fight.

"Can you get up?" her uncle asked concerned.

"Help me" she croaked.

She felt a sharp pain on her lower back and heard her uncle gasp.

"It's not lodged very deep, but I need to remove it" he said softly.

She nodded and closed her eyes. She did not see the wolves but suddenly felt something wet and warm licking her cheek. Her uncle counted to three and pulled hard. Something dislodged in her back and she was barely able to suppress a cry of pain. Before she had time to try and stop the bleeding, she felt a wet presence over the wound. The wolf started licking away the blood cleaning her wound and her uncle wasted no time ripping the sleeve off his shirt and applying it to the hole where the arrow had been.

"Let's go. We have a party to crash" said her uncle, his eyes betraying the anger and rage he felt.

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Arya.

She had been walking all day and night until she had finally reached a castle. Two castles to be precise. Two towers joined by a bridge, just like in her dream. She could hear music and cheering in the distance.

"I made it" she thought relieved.

But that relief soon turned into dread. She felt caged. She was restless and wanted to run, but she was trapped. She was not alone, her brother was with her. A different kind of yelling reached her ears and she knew something was not right. Suddenly the door flew open and she saw her mother. Unfortunately she also saw the men behind her. Her mother fell to the floor and both her brother and her bolted out to get the men. Salty. Iron. She could taste flesh and blood.

There was another man. He was also fighting. He slowly put his sword away and approached her and her brother apprehensively. He was family.

The man approached her mother and she followed him. Her mother was yelping. Was she hurt? Was she in pain? She had blood on her body. She softly licked her mother's back. Salty. Again.

"We need you two" the man urged. "Let's go. We have a party to crash."