Author's Note
I do not own Game of Thrones.
The bastard boy woke in the afternoon, and one of the servants came to inform her of the good news. Cat found him sat upright in his bed, drinking a medicine from Luwin. His skin was riddled with strange spots, and his dark hair plastered to his face.
"How is he?" she asked.
"Well, he appears to be mostly awake. He tells me he's been dreaming of his Lord Father."
"One of Father's men was thrown from his horse!" the boy said. "It was funny." He turned a funny shade of pink and leant over to begin coughing, hacking up foam.
Catelyn flinched. She'd wanted him gone, but laid there he looked so small.