ANTEA

Robb's men had set a tent for Antea and Catelyn to share in Moat Cailin. She had never been there before, even if her Father's stories about that place were well known Antea and her siblings. According to the stories the Children of the Forest had tried to stop the invasion of the Andals there. They wanted to divide the North from the rest of the continent by using magic, but they didn't manage to do so, only able to flood those lands making them become muddy and marshy. Bran had always been fascinated by stories of magic, she had always preferred war ones; like Robert's Rebellion. But she couldn't help but feeling charmed by those three ruined towers.

Antea had never travelled away from the North; she had always wondered what was like living like her dear friend Cyel; travelling all around the continent, from the North to the deep South. She always thought about all the things she had seen and known.

Antea had been in King's Landing. It was very hot, so much hotter than she had ever felt, but it was the people that really made her feel uneasy. Since she had left the North she felt dragged insides schemes and games beyond her control and what was worst it was that all of that seemed to get their aim against her family. That was why she had no doubt when her mother asked her what she wanted to do at that point.

"I cannot go back to Winterfell" Antea said to her mother as she was brushing her brown hair.

"I thought there was nothing you wanted more" said Catelyn with a surprised expression. Antea nodded her head.

"There is indeed nothing I want more" the girl said as Shadow came to lay next to her legs "But I would be of no use there" at her words her mother frowned a little.

"Robb needs me more than Bran and Rickon, in this moment" Antea explained "They've got Cyel and we both know how much she cares for them" Catelyn smiled looking down "But I could never leave and knowing Robb on the battlefield, worrying for his life constantly"

Her mother looked at Antea before caressing her cheek with the tip of her fingers.

"Your presence will bring him great comfort" Antea smiled at her mother.

"In hoping to bring it to you too" the girl said "I've promised Father to be by your side and I will, until we'll get him and the girls back"

"It amazes me how much you're growing" Catelyn said.

"Well, some time ago you told me I was getting old" that made Catelyn chuckle, but after a moment her expression became sad.

"I didn't want for you to know the world in this way" Catelyn said and Antea took her mother's hand in hers, squeezing it just a little bit.

"Many things should have been different" Antea said "But I want to be strong like you and face this world with no fear".

Thanks to that journey she had been able to know so much more about her mother. She was wise and strong. Proper and fearless. She never let her nerves get the best of her and she knew how to talk to bannermen and soldiers making them respect her. And her love for their family was giving her the strength to keep going, never showing her deepest thoughts. Antea wanted to learn more, to get stronger and grow up so that her House could count on her to endure.

"Fear is part of all of this" Catelyn said "But observe, understand and learn for your family"

Family, Duty, Honor.

Those were the words of House Tully, her mother's House. And the woman before Antea was embodying them.

"How can we help Robb?" asked Antea as Catelyn got up. Her mother observed her for a moment before speaking again "You tell me" she said almost challenging, making Antea's frown.

"I am not sure" she said biting her lips. What was that they could do to help Robb in a war? They couldn't fight and Antea wasn't use to prepare strategies for battles. So, what could Robb need of her? She thought about her mother and how she had handled everything that had come in their way since they had left Winterfell.

"We could use words" Antea said not entirely sure.

"What do you mean by it?" Catelyn asked.

"Women are known to be considered humble creatures by men" Antea said "Honest and innocent. But from what I saw, they fail to notice how much we learn about situations" men tended to think of them just as delicate creatures that always talked with their heart, and with a bit of naiveness "How much our words actually matter to their ears"

"So?" Catelyn encouraged her to keep going.

"We have to look around ourself, understand and learn" she said "Giving comfort and wise words, leaving them only the battles with the swords" her mother smiled at her.

"Good".

Antea was focusing on doing her best, talking with each bannermen, making them know her. She had known just few of them when she was still in Winterfell. But it was nice to know how much they all were loyal to House Stark and to the Worden of the North. Antea's family was ancient, far more than any other. Starks were sons and daughters of the First Men, that arrived in Westeros hundreds and hundreds of years before the Andals, that had always made them different from the rest of the country. Every family of the North felt linked between one another and all of them were loyal to the Starks, that had been always Kings in the North, until before the arrival of the Targaryens.

"Is my lady having a good day?" Antea turned to see Lord Roose Bolton on his horse near her. They were going south, to the Riverlands. Her Mother had information about her Noble Father being ill and her brother Edmure being under Jamie Lannister's attack. They were going to the crossing in hoping that the Lord of those lands and bannerman of Antea's grandfather let them through. The Towers was the easiest way for their army to cross the Trident.

"I enjoy riding, my lord" Antea answered with a small smile observing the pale man studying her with his eyes.

"Not many ladies would say so" Roose Bolton said, making Antea nod her head.

"An interest well shared with my brother" she said looking at Robb riding at the front. Then Antea turned again towards the man.

"After the Towers you're riding South, towards Tywin Lannister by my brother's words" Antea said, making the man nod his head.

"Lord Stark as shared words with?" asked Lord Bolton making Antea smile a little "It should not surprise me, the both of you surely look very close"

"Does my lord have a brother?" Antea asked with curiosity.

"No brother and no son anymore" he answered "Just a bastard boy"

"I've heard words about your late son Domeric" Antea said bowing her head "I would have liked to meet him" Roose Bolton smiled at her words.

"He shared the love of horse riding with my lady" the girl smiled.

Antea felt sorry for the man. He had lost his son for some kind of sickness, by her Father's words. It was always painful to hear stories like those; of fathers burying their sons, lost for sickness or at war. Her parents had been so lucky to have many children an all of them survived the cradle, it was no common thing for them.

"Lord Bolton had never hidden his desire for his son to wed a Stark" Theon's voice made her turn, once the older man had ridden ahead not able to hear the Greyjoy's boy words.

"Shouldn't you be with my brother?" she asked with a smile eyeing Theon, who smirked "Your presence will be missed dearly"

"Only from your brother?" he asked grinning widely, making her roll her eyes.

"You're so cheeky" she said with a little giggle.

"If it pleases my lady" he answered as Antea shook her head getting silent for a moment, before turning to Theon.

"You shouldn't make such comments of a man who had lost his son" at her words Theon frowned a little.

"Those were honest words"

"Yet hurtful, if they would ever reach Lord Bolton's ears" Antea said.

"Many lords want for their sons to marry you or your siblings" he said turning to look ahead of him "Your House name is a great temptation for whoever wants to elevate their positions, as Cyel's family"

"Cyel's father is Oberin Martell" Antea said. Cyel's House was the ruler of Dorne, they were not even part of the Seven Kingdoms. One of the most powerful Houses in all Westeros.

"Precisely" he said nodding his head "A bastard girl will wed a Stark boy"

Antea knew that many people hadn't been sure about Lord Stark's decision on letting a bastard merry one of his sons. Cyel's position was peculiar for a bastard. It was different for her. Cyel had money and lands and she was in line of succession to the Dorne throne, even if she had many people before her and that secured her position among the lords of the North.

"Not many will have such fortune" Theon said observing her for a moment before turning to look away.

Antea took a breath. She had come to know the reality of having a powerful name. A wedding was the way to assure power and protection in times of peace and especially in times of war; like it had happened to her mother and father. Or Lysa and Jon Arryn.

"I am meant to do anything to assure my brother's victory" she said in a stronger voice than what she remembered to have "I know that if it comes to an alliance, a wedding would be the quickest and safest way to assure it" She was terrorized by that thought, she had always been. To be wed to someone just for troupes and alliance. But if that was the only way to win the war, she would have done it. For her Father, her siblings and the endurance of her House.

Theon scoffed, making her turn.

"Then I'll prey the Gods for you to fall in love to whoever you're going to be wed to" he was mocking her, she knew.

"You never prey" she said glaring at the boy.

"Really?" he asked shrugging his shoulders.

Antea shook her head as she looked away from the young man. If there was something that she knew about Theon Greyjoy was how much of a tease he was. He had always been since she had memory. And many people had very different opinion of him. Robb, as for one, seemed to have a lot of fun with Theon, they would always be together as close as brothers. A thought that wasn't shared with Jon. Antea's sweet quiet brother had never got along with the Stark's guest. Something that had always been supported by Cassie. Antea knew that the princess never trusted Theon, mostly because of his House name, not that she tried so hard to spend time with him. Cyel, however, had a totally different opinion of Theon, considering him a reliable boy, who she shared many talks and walks with. Antea still remembered looking at them in the gardens of Winterfell, sharing a laugh or a thought or pranking each other; it was difficult believing that there was no the same blood that ran through their veins.

Antea, anyway, had always been curious on the Greyjoy young man; it was like she had never quite caught all of him. Theon could be very loyal, yet nasty. Thoughtful, yet superficial. In all those years she had wondered what was the real Theon Greyjoy. A person, for how much complex could be, had to have reasons behind his actions.

Theon was a proud ironborn, as the people of the Iron Island liked to call themselves. Strong, treacherous and even cruel. She had never seen all that in Theon's behavior. And she wondered why he wanted to be like that.

"Ironbors do not pray, Theon?" said Antea making the young man turn with a frown, before smirking, again.

"The Drowned God" he said proudly "He made us in his own likeness; strong and fierce. He let us make our name in fire and blood, to carve out kingdoms-"

"And rape" she said with a glare making him stop for a moment to observe her. She knew the stories; she knew what everyone said about Ironborns, their God and ways.

"Do you honestly want to become one of them?" she asked observing Theon, that frowned.

"I am one of them" he argued.

"Are you? I don't think you are" she said, making him scoff shaking his head.

"You're from the green lands, Antea. What would you know of it?" he answered tightening his grip on the reins.

"I've known you for ten years" she said not fearing his anger. She had seen him angry, even if it was the first time that he felt that way towards her. But he scoffed again making her fastening her horse pace so that was now right next to him.

"I do not see why you would want to be that cruel" she said with strong voice, making him groan.

"We are strong" he argued back "We do whatever we have to do to remain as such" Antea frowned.

"You and your people find strength in pretending to not feel anything" she said and for a moment the both of them looked at each other in the eyes, silently. But she could see Theon's gaze becoming colder.

"I do not pretend" this time it was Antea the one who scoffed.

"I sure hope you do" she said before kinking her horse to move forward.

She didn't understand why he wanted so much to become like the Ironborns. She remembered how protective he was with her siblings and with her. Just few days before he wished to have left Winterfell with her to protect her and now, he was acting like feeling something, anything was weakness.

"You attacked me and then flee?" Theon's voice made her turn as he caught up with her, making her glare. Her? Flee?

"I never" she argued, tempted to put her horse at hold, but decided against it to not stop the party from their journey.

"What do you want me to say?" he asked irritated, making her share the feeling "That I am not an Ironborn? That I should turn my back at my people's ways? That is my country, my family"

"And what do you want me to say?" she argued, trying to not raise her voice "That I wish for your heart to grow hard and cruel? That's who you want to become?" she asked, not even understanding why she was feeling so angry. Yet again they looked each other in the eyes for some moments. Antea thought that maybe he wanted to say something, but then he scoffed and turned.

"That's how it is" he said "There's nothing more to say"

They rode quietly avoiding to look at each other for the rest of the time that it was left before the castle of the Freys came in view. Robb had sent their Uncle, the Blackfish, and some soldiers ahead of the party just few days before, so that he could maybe find some way to get through the crossing. As they all stopped, Theon had moved ahead to Robb, and after some time she hadn't seen him around. Antea walked in the made-up camp, trying to not move to far, but trying to stay alone for some time. Only having Shadow by her side. She was feeling nervous. She had never argued with Theon before, but knowing that he would not listen made her feel even more furious. And after hours she had not seen him yet. She would have liked to go to Robb, but he was always surrounded by his men, talking of strategies and war. She wanted desperately to help him, but it was no easy task.

"How I envy you, girl" she said ruffling Shadow's black fur, as the direwolf looked up at her with her big golden eyes "You've got just to run and not talking all these unnerving manners" she said taking a breath.

"Here you are" her mother's voice made her turn.

"Mother" she said as the woman got closer to her.

"I was about to go to Robb" her mother said "I want to know what is his thought about Walder Frey" Antea nodded her head silently, making Catelyn observe her daughter.

"What is that expression?" asked her mother and Antea took a breath.

"Diverging opinions, I believe" the girl said shrugging her shoulders, focusing again on her direwolf that was keeping observe her, waving her tale from time to time.

"I saw you speak with Theon" her mother's words didn't surprise her, Catelyn had always been very observative, nothing about her children got pass her. Not for long, at least.

"Yes, it's him I've got divergent opinions with" Antea said, not looking up from Shadow's fur.

"On what matter?" Catelyn asked, making Antea scoff.

"Nothing important" the girl answered "We should focus on Father and the girls" Catelyn observed her daughter, before walking closer to Antea and linking her arm to hers, making her start to walk towards where Robb was.

"Do you know why Theon is with us?" at her mother's question Antea turned with a frown.

"Of course" she answered, slightly offended that her mother didn't believe that she knew "After his father's rebellion. Balon Greyjoy has been defeated and Father took his only living son"

"To assure that the Greyjoys wouldn't attack again" Catelyn said nodding her head "So an agreement" Antea frowned again.

"Why are you telling me this?" Catelyn looked ahead of her, observing the stones of the not so far Castle.

"Robb wants to take the Twins" Catelyn explained and Antea listened closely "It is the quickest and safest way to get through the passing. But I don't trust Walder Frey"

"Isn't he one of your Father's bannermen?" Antea asked with a bit of confusion in her voice. No man of the North wouldn't have helped her Father if he asked, why would lord Frey deny the passage to his Lord's ally?

Her mother took a breath.

"He is far too cunning to be trusted" she said as they moved toward Robb "Everything we would ask of him, will have a price" Antea had no time to ask anything more to her mother, as they came in Robb's view, making all the lords around him to turn bowing their heads lightly, before turning to their lord sharing words about Lord Frey, making her mother speak the same doubts she had shared with Antea just few moments before.

Antea was thinking about what her mother had told her; about the price to pay. She felt nervous, her hands slightly shaking as she observed the sun setting, making the Twins' stone getting darker and darker. She had never met Walder Frey, she of course had heard words about him; he was old and ambitious, with more sons and daughters that he could ever count himself. He had wed over and over, with of course younger ladies that could give him other children. Antea wondered about those ladies; they had to be wed and lay with an old man. Her mother had been very lucky to find Antea's father in front of the septon.

Many lords want for their sons to marry you or your siblings. Antea felt her heart beat loudly in her chest thinking about what Theon had told her. Knowing what she would have been facing soon. She wondered how many lords she would have to meet before one of them asked for her hand in exchange of troupes for her brother.

Suddenly, sound of hooves made them turn. Robb smiled widely once they could make out the shape of Theon Greyjoy. Antea observed him, trying to see if he got hurt somehow, but he seemed to be fine, and his usual smirk was back on his face.

"Ser Brynden says to tell you he's crossed swords with the Lannister" at Theon's words Antea's eyes got wider. The Lannister were so close to the Twins?

"Are they alright?" asked Antea taking a step, as Robb put a hand on her shoulder bringing her some comfort. She had grown fond of her Uncle, he was protective and loyal. She had just met him; she wouldn't want for him to get hurt. Or worst died.

"Very few had fallen" Theon informed and Antea thanked the Gods that not many soldiers had died, but still her thought went to those who lost their lives to help them and she swore to herself that they would have been avenged somehow.

"Theon" said Catelyn "When you return to my uncle, tell him he is to place his best bowmen around the Twins, day and night, with orders to bring down any raven they see leaving the battlements. I want no birds bringing word of my son's movements to Lord Tywin" Antea smiled at her mother's words, always impressed by her strategies, but then she turned to Theon feeling a bit nervous for him to go back so near the Lannisters.

"Ser Brynden has seen to it already, my lady," Theon replied cocky as usual "A few more blackbirds, and we should have enough to bake a pie. I'll save you their feathers for a hat" Antea rolled her eyes as he smirked, while her mother didn't let it bother her.

""If he's been fighting the Lannisters, perhaps he does mean to hold to his vows," Robb said, still hoping in the help from lord Frey, and Antea wanted to believe it too. There was no reason for an agreement if he already wanted to free his lands from the Lannisters. But soon her mother, made her hopes to fade.

"Defending his own lands is one thing, open battle against Lord Tywin quite another" Catelyn said.

"Has the Blackfish found any other way across the Green Fork?" Robb asked turning to Theon that shook his head.

"The river's running high and fast. Ser Brynden says it can't be forded, not this far north."

"I must have that crossing!" Robb said balling his fists, making Antea walk closer to him. He was right they needed it. Maybe some horses could swim through it, but it was highly impossible; they were too many and with armor on they could not pass it, they would only get hurt or stressed. And even the men; they got weapons, armor and helmets. And most of all they didn't have time for all of this. For what Robb had planned it was important to be quick, so that Tywin and Jamie Lannister would stay distant form one another.

"Lord Frey would be a fool to try and bar our way," Theon said with his usual easy confidence or foolishness "We have five times his numbers. You can take the Twins if you need to, Robb."

"You want to take the Twins?" Antea asked with a frown, making Theon turn to her.

"If it's needed" Antea took a breath turning to her mother.

"Is it even possible?" but her mother shook her head.

"Not easily" she said "and not in time" she explained that attacking them would have taken away even more time, giving Tywin Lannister the chance to find a way to attack.

Antea turned to Robb. He was trying to find an answer either in their mother, Theon or herself. She didn't know what to do. She wanted to help him so much. Try to easy his sorrow, but what could she do. She had never thought about war.

"What would my lord father do?" Robb asked after a moment to their mother, that fiercely looked at them back.

"Find a way to cross it" she said "Whatever it takes"

Antea stood with her brother after everyone had left his tent. Their direwolves sitting on a side close to each other without making a sound. Even Antea stood silent as her lord brother paced back and forth; a habit they both shared when nervous.

"What do I have to do?" he asked urgently, trying to not raise his voice too much "Everybody is counting on me. Waiting for my answer, for my decision. What do I do, if I have none?" she looked her twin brother with pain in her eyes.

"It pains me to see you like this" she said softly "Not able to help you" Robb took a breath before walking towards her giving her a kiss on the forehead.

"You being here give me much comfort, sweet sister" she smiled bitterly.

"I wish I could do more than that" she said before taking his hand "I swear to you brother, I will do everything I can to help you win this war"

And before she knew it, Antea was walking towards her mother's tent to share some words. Robb didn't want for her to put so much pressure on herself, but there was nothing else she could do. And Antea would have done anything for her brother to win, for feeling her Father's embrace once again, or for knowing her sisters safe and with them. Anything.

Antea entered her mother's tent, finding her still awake pacing back and forth in her tent. She turned with a frown as her daughter came into view.

"Antea?" she asked with a worried tone.

"Apologize, mother" she said "But I needed to speak words to you" her mother frowned a little.

"What is the matter?" she asked as Antea felt her heart beating faster and faster inside her chest, not believing the words she was about to say.

"Not long ago you told me that it was time for me to think less about my siblings and more about my future" Antea said surprised that her voice wasn't shaking as much as she thought it would "I'm afraid I can't do that. My future... it will forever depend on my siblings and that is why I'm here to ask you that if it will ever come to an alliance, I'm ready to do whatever is asked of me" she didn't have to say it out loud, she knew her mother had understood her words and she was observing Antea with a serious expression, observing her quietly. Only after a few moments three words left her mouth.

"Family. Duty. Honor"

The next morning Antea could not believe her eyes once she had seen her Uncle, Ser Brynden Tully, rode back to them. His sight had brought good news, but the words he had to share hadn't; the Kingslayer had destroyed Antea's Uncle, Edmure's host and he had been wounded and taking captive as the Lannisters' soldiers had surrounded Riverrun, where the lord and host were under siege inside the castle. Antea had got closer to her mother, knowing what she must have been feeling, knowing her brother wounded and prisoner, but her mother stood with calm as she stopped Robb from wanting to attack Walder Frey to let them through.

"Mother what have you in mind?" asked Antea, just before her mother got on her horse and leaving towards the Towers.

Antea had been standing on the road, waiting. Her arms crossed over her chest, enjoying the wind against her cheeks. She looked ahead trying to see any movement. She didn't like for her mother to be alone inside the castle of a man that apparently, they couldn't trust. Antea was hoping that just her mother's words could be enough to make them cross, but it would have been too good to be true.

This world is no fairytale.

She thought about all the stories Antea and her siblings had listened to all their lives; beautiful princesses and valiant knights. Great heroes and love stories. There were dark times in those stories, but at the end there was always a happy ending; two lovers found each other after years apart, they would marry and have children. They had always loved each other and no other could come between them. The evil was going to be beaten and everyone would be safe.

But Antea didn't believe in that anymore. Her Father and sisters were kept captive inside Kings' Landing. Her two youngest brothers were alone in Winterfell and her twin brother was leading a war against the crown. She was trying so hard to see a bright side, but she knew that to have that, they all had to make sacrifices.

"You should sit down, Antea" Theon's voice made her turn for a moment, to see the young Greyjoy walking closer.

"I'm waiting for my mother" she said gripping tightly the cloth of her grey dress. She wanted for her mother to come back, even if she wasn't sure, she was ready to know what lord Frey wanted.

"Your brother will take that crossing" Theon said, making the girl took a breath.

"Yes..." she said biting her lips. Antea heard some steps being made, before hearing Theon taking a breath and walking back closer towards her.

"What thought is troubling you?" she turned with a little frown, before realizing what he had told her at Winterfell all that time ago, when she had to leave for King's Landing with her Father. All before Bran's fall and her journey with her Lady Mother. Theon wasn't being that cocky with her, they hadn't talked since their argument the day before.

"I'm thinking about what you've told me" she said as he listened to her closely "About lords wanting for their sons to be wed with me and my siblings" at that he frowned taking a step towards her "I cannot help in any way, just with an alliance"

"Has the lady gone there for an arrangement?" his voice was higher and his eyes were wide.

"If it pleases lord Frey, then yes" Antea said as silence fell between them. She had asked her mother that if it was needed, she would have accepted any arrangement that they needed to do to win the war, even if it meant leaving the North. Antea would have done anything for her family endurance.

She heard Theon scoff but as she turned, he was walking away.

Antea took a breath. She didn't know why but she felt like telling him, she didn't even want for Robb to know, she knew he would have freaked out. Feeling that distant with Theon was something that she really didn't like, she was so used to have him around, smirking and laughing. But Antea didn't have to focus on that, she had more urgent thoughts to set her mind to.

When her mother came back to the camp Antea was waiting just behind Robb and their two direwolves at their feet. Antea's heart beat faster when she noticed that the woman wasn't alone, but there were four men following her on their horses, so her mother's words didn't surprise her when she spoke.

"It's done. Lord Frey granted you your crossing" Robb hid a proud smile as he listened to their mother.

And not just the crossing lord Frey had granted, but even his soldiers, to help them fight the Lannisters.

"What did he want form us?" asked Robb, making Antea taking a breath. She was ready to do whatever it was needed from her. Shadow must have sensed her nervousness because she nuzzled her snout against her leg. Antea looked down for a moment to caress her head, before looking up again. Her eyes caught sight of Theon not away from them, who was looking down. Her gaze lingered on him for a moment before her mother spoke again.

"If you can spare a few of your swords, I need some men to escort two of Lord Frey's grandsons north to Winterfell" Catelyn said.

"We are taking them as wards?" asked Antea curiously, making her mother nod her head. The boys were called both Walder and they were around Bran's age.

The apparently one of lord Frey's sons had to become Robb's personal squire and he wanted for him to be knighted.

"Just that?" asked Robb "Fine, that's fine, if he-"

"Not just that Robb" Catelyn said making Antea's heart beat even faster. She was ready. She would have done anything for Robb.

"There are a couple of arrangements we have to make" her mother kept saying "If your sister Arya is returned to us safely, it is agreed that she will marry Lord Walder's youngest son, Elmar, when the two of them come of age"

Arya... Antea found herself to think with a frown.

"Arya won't like that one bit." said Robb as Antea's hands were getting sweaty.

"And you are to wed one of his daughters, once the fighting is done," she finished looking at Robb.

Antea couldn't believe her ears. She had asked her mother to be the one to do that, not her brother or her little sister that wasn't even there. The girl couldn't understand why making those decisions. Why Robb? She had not listened to anything else they had said, to focused on her own thought. She felt so confused. She had felt ready, but now... she blamed herself for feeling a little bit relieved to not have to wed a man she had never met. But she hated herself for thinking that.

"I have asked you, Mother" Antea said as she had followed her lady mother inside her tent "I have asked you to be the one to be wed. Not Arya. Not Robb" Catelyn observed her daughter for a moment, before talking.

"Lord Frey was aiming at Winterfell, there was nothing else he wanted more than that" Catelyn said making Antea frown "Robb is the first in line, you come after him, Bran and Rickon. For a man as ambitious as him there was nothing more to give him"

"I don't understand" Antea said "You said..."

"I know what I said. And I've got a plan for you..." Catelyn said "When the time is right, we'll make an arrangement for you"

"When time is right?" Antea asked confused.

"We'll see how this war goes, then will make the right move" Catelyn said seriously "I don't want to give my children away if it's not needed. Let me handle this, and we'll win this war."